Stangors saga: Day 56

I worked all day, and filled orders, so while I was still fully awake and jazzed up on coffee Stangor used me to help him attempt to capture the Great Jaggi, which is trickier than killing him, though not by much. In fact Stangor was in the LAST MINUTE of the Quest and had managed to survive long enough to a) injure the beast so that it fell asleep in its den b) sneak into the den and put a Shock Trap in front of him c) throw two Tranq Bombs as soon as the Shock Trap went off.

Problem is, that Shock Trap only lasts about 3 seconds, and Stangor didn’t throw the second Tranq ball fast enough. The Great Jaggi broke free and attacked Stangor, who knew the Quest had failed because the seconds were ticking down. He killed the Great Jaggi just as the clock ran out… losing the Quest (by a hair) but collecting a second Great Jaggi Hide, which he needs for certain fireproof armor.

Then, out of anger and frustration, Stangor went Free Hunting in Moga Woods — which is now complicated by TWO Great Jaggies running around in there, both surrounded by packs of the smaller Jaggis and Jaggia. So Stangor (using me as his second on this side) spent three hours just practicing with various weapons on the Great Jaggis and other beasts, and gathering honey (needed for MegaPotion, of which Stangor requires nearly 20 bottles per hunt — total junkie). He got «killed» again and again, but that doesn’t matter in Moga Woods. His unconscious body is carted back to base camp by Felyne slaves every time, and his health gets automatically replenished.

He managed to slay yet another Great Jaggi and collect another hide, but… I can’t remember if he was using the Hammer or the Great Sword.

The Great Sword is RIDICULOUS. It’s twice as long as Stangor is tall and takes two seconds just to lift and wield for each blow. But if you angle it right with a side-sweep, it can take out half the Jaggis around Stangor AND hit the boss monster a couple of good ones. And it can be charged up with super-power if you time it just right.

Get this, though — for the first time that *I* know of, Stangor, after hunting, got high and JUST WENT STROLLING AROUND LOOKING AT THINGS. Moga Village is very detailed — what little of it Stangor can get to. Much of it is merely seen in the background. But Stangor has always been so intent on hunting that he never stops to smell the Jaggi Dung. So he walked, not ran — I didn’t even know he could just WALK — and examined things like just what those fruits might be on the market table, and how the boats are made, and what the women were wearing. Then he went over to the Woods and strolled around, high as a kite, merely watching the bushes wave in the breeze (with an oddly repetitive motion!) and the clouds float by. The clouds do move, and there are birds up there. I had not really noticed a lot of those pretty details before. Too busy hunting and gathering.

Stangor gathered, but mainly just so he could stare real close at the pretty rocks he mines ore from and the bizarre bulb plants from which he gets herbs. He couldn’t NOT fight, because the Great Jaggi came a couple of times, but we found that about 3 blows from the Long Sword and he will run away.

That was really weird: Stangor just walking around «smoking a joint,» arming himself only when attacked.

In theory Stangor could spend 12 hours straight (my time, not his — it’d be a week for him) doing nothing but practicing with weapons on monsters. I can see how he might well want to do that. I can now see why video gamers get «that way.»

Wei is about to go away for the weekend. This means I COULD INDEED just sit on the edge of the bed being controlled by Stangor until my hands cramp up and bleed. She would come home Sunday to find me hollow-eyed and gaunt, and be unable to shake me back into this world. Like that guy in the movie BRAINSTORM who makes an orgasm-playback-loop and just sits there spazzing while it plays in his head.

Oh, I suppose there are other jobs to do besides slay dinosaurs in another dimension, but FUCK ‘EM IF THEY CAN’T TAKE A JOKE.

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I ukene fremover presenterer Imagonem en serie gjesteblogger fra Ærverdige Ivan Stang, skriftlærd og radiovert for den internasjonale Church of the SubGenius. Pastoren deler her den oppbyggelige fortellingen om sin gjenoppdagelse av dataspillenes vidunderlige verden med oss.

Stangors saga: I Managed to Escape from Stangor Briefly

He finally beat the Great Jaggi. The Quest had to be finished within 50 minutes (game time) and in the last TWO MINUTES he got in the killing blow and was able to carve out the bone and hide.

When it was over, *I,* not Stangor, was drenched in sweat, panting, feeling all beat-up, and this was in an air-conditioned room. Stangor, in Moga Woods, never broke a sweat, never sustained a bruise. He fainted once after being struck by the Great Jaggi’s tail repeatedly, and being bitten countless times by dozens of lesser Jaggis as well as the Great Jaggi himself. He went through ten MegaPotions and eight regular Potions.

I, on the other hand, have no Potion of any kind. Just coffee.

For FOUR HOURS, Stangor held me in his grip. It’s not me controlling him with the Wii controller — HE’S controlling ME. He attacks something and that makes my thumb hit the A button. He rolls from the monster’s attack, which causes my right index finger to pull the B trigger and my left thumb to swivel the motion-stick.

He spent half an hour preparing for the battle — making bombs, eating special meals, buying the lastest available power accessories. Then, after the battle, after picking up his rewards, he wanted to get high on Blue Mushrooms and Herbs and then immediately go back out there to collect more drugs and ores and bones, and to kill as many big monsters as he could
— JUST FOR FUN (also he gets paid). It was Ludroth mating season and he slew probably a dozen of those large slimy aquatic carnivores. (They look like reptiles but are flabby like amphibians.) There was a giant flying bug outbreak in the Central area and he learned that the best way to take out several at once is by The Martian Arts of Grutledge — he just stands there slashing randomly every which-way with his sword, and the giant bugs eventually fly into his way and get hit. He’s like a human bug-zapper.

IF Stangor is even remotely human! — for as far as I know he STILL hasn’t even peed, much less shat. He eats and drinks a lot — I mean, he devours chunks of meat half his own size — but no excretion! Maybe when he reaches Level 3 he’ll finally spend 20 minutes just standing on the edge of a cliff peeing off it, as his reward. Maybe that’s why he’s so obsessive.

He went for 3 days and nights (in his world), without sleeping, in just four hours our time. Then he finally passed out on his feet after he had me «SAVE GAME.»

I came to myself wearing headphones, with my left hand in severe pain from gripping the «nunchuck» controller so hard, and drenched with sweat in an air- conditioned bedroom. The cup of coffee in front of me had not been touched after the Quest started.

Next, Stangor is going to have to CAPTURE a Great Jaggi — in The Sandy Plains, an unforgiving environment. He is making me watch YouTube videos of kids demonstrating how quickly they can do that. Here’s one:

That is what Stangor has to do next. The guy in the video looks much like Stangor, but is younger and doesn’t have the white beard. But his armor and weapons are about the same. This particular Monster Hunter has obviously been at it longer than Stangor has. His slave in this world has probably been playing video games since birth, whereas this is my first experience as the slave of a video game character since the days of Joust, Centipede and Galaga.

I need to whip out some new material for my job, but… something is… fighting…

Stangor go hunt in Sandy Plains now. Practice. Try spare Flash Bombs on Rhenoplus. Take scalp. Do Crystal Bones Quest just as excuse. Chief not let Stangor go to Sandy Plains unless on Quest. No Free Hunt like in Moga Woods.

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I ukene fremover presenterer Imagonem en serie gjesteblogger fra Ærverdige Ivan Stang, skriftlærd og radiovert for den internasjonale Church of the SubGenius. Pastoren deler her den oppbyggelige fortellingen om sin gjenoppdagelse av dataspillenes vidunderlige verden med oss.

Stangors saga: Day 52

This give Stangor big ideas.

In Moga Village, Stangor have felyne slave who work farm for Stangor. Stangor bring dung, pay, order ‘shrooms, bomberries grown by slave. Slave look like big kitten with vest, walk upright, talk like silly man.

Felyne slave name Tater.

Stangor not name him Tater. Little Weak Glasses Man not name him Tater. Him already named Tater.

Stangor could choose other names for slave, but Tater there so Stangor pick Tater.

Now Stangor think, maybe fuck felyne Tater. Also maybe fuck little pig in diaper that hang around farm. No woman in Moga Village offer to fuck Stangor. Flirt much, but just want Zennis from Stangor. Always try to sell Stangor new bug net, potions, weapons, fishing quests. Moga Village women no love Stangor except as customer.

Stangor maybe fuck Kelbi. Kelbi like deer and goat. Small, warm, furry. Easy to catch, stick hind legs in Stangor boots, him fuck while eating Well Done Steak. Then Stangor chop off horn, but free Kelbi to kill later.

Slain dinosaur, him no good for fuck. Cold, scaly. Also, bring shame on Stangor if villagers see. Live dinosaur too hard to fuck. Tail whip Stangor in face.

Farm strange. Top farmer, him Wyvernian dwarf, him talk like other Tater in Little Weak Glasses Man Fake-World. Talk about shovel, talk funny, lose train of thought easy like Little Weak Glasses Man Tater — but him no named Tater. Felyne slave no talk like Tater, but him named Tater.

Little Weak Glasses Man want make thing he call… Stangor forget. Silly «job.» Stangor say, No. Need Little Weak Glasses Man to work as slave for Stangor today. Must capture Great Jaggi. Little Weak Glasses Man take 3 lessons on YouTube to help Stangor prepare potions, Tranq bombs, shock traps.

When Stangor slay Great Jaggi, him use Dung Bomb for first time. Very funny! Stangor throw Dung Bomb, hit Great Jaggi, air fill with brown fog like dinosaur fart! Great Jaggi get distracted, wave forepaws at snout, blink, stop chasing Stangor so Stangor can drink Potion, sharpen sword, attack-then-dodge.

Stangor no smell Dung Bomb. Stangor no smell anything. Monster dung everywhere, carcass rot, fish rot in village — Stangor smell nothing.

Stangor go now, make Little Weak Glasses Man hold Kelbi while Stangor fuck it. Then Stangor fuck Tater.

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I ukene fremover presenterer Imagonem en serie gjesteblogger fra Ærverdige Ivan Stang, skriftlærd og radiovert for den internasjonale Church of the SubGenius. Pastoren deler her den oppbyggelige fortellingen om sin gjenoppdagelse av dataspillenes vidunderlige verden med oss.

 

 

 

Stangors saga: Day 42

Stangor have fight with Little Weak Glasses Man, win.

Easy fight.

Little Weak Glasses Man want to work in false world him call «real,» make websites, radio show, rant, edit videos. Stangor say NO. Must slay Great Jaggi at all costs. Must practice more with Hammer, Sword. Gain Zennis, Armor Spheres for weapon upgrade. Little Weak Glasses Man say no, must pay bills. Little Weak Glasses Man think him world real, not know him just servant of Stangor in REAL world of Moga Village, Moga Woods, Sandy Plain.

Stangor shake head sadly at Little Weak Glasses Man. But Stangor try to help Little Weak Glasses Man. Maybe good blow with Hammer work, knock sense into Little Weak Glasses Man head.

But Little Weak Glasses Man afraid, always stay on other side of window to Stangor World, Monster Hunter Tri world. Little Weak Glasses Man pussy.

Yet… him GET pussy. Stangor get no pussy. Pain between Stangor ears, pain in Stangor crotch. Stangor have blue ball something awful. Aggressive monster-slaying no help.

Stangor try to placate Little Weak Glasses Man. Offer Little Weak Glasses Man raw meat, Well Done Meat, Blue Mushrooms, Antidote Pudding. Maybe Little Weak Glasses Man get over silly delusion that stupid Little Weak Glasses Man world «real.»

Stangor know that Little Weak Glasses Man have crush on Gal with the Goods at Moga Village Shop. Her thick, swarthy, have big tits, big butt, thick legs. Maybe Stangor use Gal to lure Little Weak Glasses Man in. Gal no fuck Stangor anyway.

Stangor not even sure if Stangor have dick. Stangor fight, gather for many days now, never once have to shit, pee, fuck, not even jack off. Just eat, kill, gather, sell.

Maybe Little Weak Glasses Man world not so bad after all. Too bad it fake.

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I ukene fremover presenterer Imagonem en serie gjesteblogger fra Ærverdige Ivan Stang, skriftlærd og radiovert for den internasjonale Church of the SubGenius. Pastoren deler her den oppbyggelige fortellingen om sin gjenoppdagelse av dataspillenes vidunderlige verden med oss.

Stangors Saga: Day 41

I had a very productive day. I worked on my job for a whole hour. Far more productively, I helped Stangor kill and kill and kill, plus the two of us got much Resource gathering accomplished.

HOLY SHIT, these «video game» things I’ve just now discovered are HABIT FORMING!

I was able to quit cigarettes, speed, all manner of central nervous system depressants, but I frankly don’t see much point in living outside the video game except for the bare minimum, enough to keep the power on.

It is getting on Wei’s nerves. She falls asleep at 3 am but wakes up at 7 am to find me still running Stangor, in headphones. Apparently just hearing the controller emit the occasional buzz is driving her nuts. And she says I twitch violently while playing, shaking the bed.

So today Stangor hunted all day instead of all night. He prefers day in his world and I am able to give that to him, but in this case it was day in my world too.

Stangor has finished all his initial Quests and unlocked a whole new series of quests, landscapes, characters and ever-larger monsters and weapons. He is also rich as Midas, unlike me, because his environment apparently can be looted forever as long as he is industrious. Often he goes to the Deserted Island just to kill and kill and kill (and collect hides and ores and other resources) — JUST FOR THE MONEY. He is paid pretty well even for monsters that are not very hard to kill.

We are now seeing new monsters that are a little more difficult to slay, and more dangerous. Stangor has to carry a lot of food and medicine with him if he expects to kill big monsters, especially in the water. A lot of it happens underwater so Stangor has had to learn this strange way of swimming while fighting and also keeping a constant lookout.

The fighting is not so hard, but needing to keep a lookout while sharpening blades or consuming potions between monster attacks is making it all increasingly complicated.

It’s not all dinosaur-like foes now. There are also some giant bugs, as well as a type of man-sized slug that lives in caves. This huge slug is dreaded by both Stangor and me.

When Stangor goes upon a Quest — necessary to keep the world from getting boring — he has a time limit, usually 50 minutes in Stangor-time, which is subtly different from «real time» in our Narrative.

Today his first Urgent Quest was to kill six Ludroths, which are somewhat like oversized crocodiles. They can expel an annoying projectile unless you stay to one side of them, hammering away. Easy to kill on land; much trickier underwater. Stangor barely made it out today with his life. He was down to his last First Aid Pack and there were three Ludroths going at him all at once. However he did manage to kill the sixth Ludroth in time. This earned him an audience with The Trader, a seaship captain who will give Stangor valuable weapons in return for warm furry hides and rare bug guts.

Well I guess I better get back to «work.»

It’s interesting to reflect that not two months ago I was just like most old people. «Video games? They make my hands hurt, they run up my blood pressure, and worst of all I never win.»

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU START WINNING?

It’s JUST like gambling or narcotics, or sex addiction. Don’t kid yourself, dear old-person reader. If it could happen to me, after all these years of resistance, it could happen to anybody — and much easier than you may think.

I spent the last hour «working» — supposedly..

The whole time, I wasn’t there. Not really. Mentally I was in Moga Woods, slaying monsters. I was thinking ahead: «What tools and supplies do I need to make sure I have with me on my next sojourn?»

Another part of me was thinking, «How can I break down Wei’s resistance? My wife has only been Wei D’Or two or three times. In the game world she is still stumbling around like a very old or young person, not yet fully in control of her limbs, nor with any reasonable sense of direction and motive. She isn’t ENJOYING it yet, not in… that WAY. It’s like the heroin is still making her puke. How can I get her to do that ONE NEXT HIT that will change her from allergic to addicted?»

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I ukene fremover presenterer Imagonem en serie gjesteblogger fra Ærverdige Ivan Stang, skriftlærd og radiovert for den internasjonale Church of the SubGenius. Pastoren deler her den oppbyggelige fortellingen om sin gjenoppdagelse av dataspillenes vidunderlige verden med oss.

 

 

 

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