The Steam version comes fully patched up with the recommended patches.
Beyond that there's fan patches of every variety, and you've probably stirred up the typical Bloodlines shitstorm about patches now, by asking that :P
Rest assured after 30 pages of arguing, nothing will come out of it. Some people will say the big fan patch that changes a lot of stuff is fine, others will suggest a different fan patch that only fixes bugs apparently. Others still will suggest playing the game as is.
My suggestion? Play the game as is - rarely does one come across any game-breaking bugs that would require further patching. Once you've played the game through, by all means, go crazy with some of the other fan-made stuff. But the game is perfectly enjoyable as you have it now.
My suggestion is to use Tessmage's patch. It goes for bug fixes, and bug fixes only, and while a few (A FEWWWWWW) of the changes might be controversial, I think it's worth it just for all the fixes it adds. It works with Steam fine.
I'm feeling pretty off today, creativity-wise, and the next section deserves my best. So, no update today and i'll have it up tomorrow. I was gonna take a day off anyway so this is as good a time as any.
I'm feeling pretty off today, creativity-wise, and the next section deserves my best. So, no update today and i'll have it up tomorrow. I was gonna take a day off anyway so this is as good a time as any.
Hope everyone's been enjoying it.
Take your time. You've been plugging away at this more diligently than most. And yeah, the next part is probably the hardest in the game to get right in a Let's Play.
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Take your time, but i'm eating it up. Keep the goodness coming!
It will be simple... find the thing, take it back to the dark daughter... no difficulties.
Hopefully this shall be our largest of obstacles.
Easy keys... why lock a place none wish to enter?
Silent as a tomb... hahah, ghosts and spirits, fabled fantasies. Only one way, forward.
*Loud creaking and then a crack as the chandelier is thrown to the floor*
No... no, missed us by inches, but only an old building.
The clock is striking... 1:17?
A faulty clock and rusted rivets, that is all.
*Slight creaking noise on the eighth step, then the seemingly sturdy boards give way*
Aggh... it does not want us upstairs...
It? Stop it, self, you are speaking crazy.
Locked doors, broken elevator... one way only.
Girl: Aahhh! No... noo! Aaah... hah...
A vision! But who else may be down here!?
She is gone...
None have passed through this wall before... perhaps my minds were only playing tricks of a bloodied girl in white...
This... cannot be a good way to run a hotel...
Ahahahahaahah... stop it, heads and fire... all in the past.
No, no, nooo... little ones and fear, axes... axes and fire!
A key... only a key. You are making us nervous with your talk.
Down down down to the boilers... what is that?
A tap tap tap on the ceiling, we are not alone... but we knew that? Too heavy for white vision's footfalls though...
Axes and blood! Foul hunter with clouded thoughts of madness! I will end you.
Gone... as notreal as the vision, then.
*The entire room shakes as the boilers come back on for the first time in years. Rivets begin popping out at high velocity as steam fills the tanks*
So loud and... ow! There is no more to do here... up, up if I can.
A ding, and the doors slide open as if waiting for us.
The vision! Sadness, loss... what has happened?
Noo... the little ones... but it is only in the past again.
What use is the past if the past is littered around us, and throwing lamps at my head?
The little ones' room... drawings on the floor.
This is less than encouraging. Perhaps the other room will shed more light on our situation...
Empty... now what do I...
You aren't the boss of me, wall! Make me!
Pictures and vases flinging about!
This is better suited for a small child's tantrum. We should not be afraid of this.
I... I am not...
Closer to our goal... I hope...
Vision! Inside...? What... what will we find?
Down again... drinks and merriment, but not for us, not anymore...
Axes and fire, trapped inside forever hunting.
"Help me..."
Voice! Is that you, vision?
Perhaps this book will shed light for our noodle.
05/31/1958- The first two days have been almost perfect, except that Ed can't seem to stop asking about the locket I recieved from my mother. He seems to think it was sent to me by some other admirer. Ed can be sweet, but sometimes his jealousy can get the better of him. Hopefully he'll feel better tomorrow.
06/01/1958- Sun is out today, not a cloud in the sky. Ed seems a little on edge, keeps guessing as to who my 'new boyfriend' is. Silly Ed.
06/03/1958- There was a picnic for the hotel guests this morning... quite a grand affair. Ed is in a dark mood. I don't know what I can do to reassure him that he is my one and only love. The only time he seemed to brighten up was when he was speaking to the groundskeeper. Boys and their tools...
06/05/1958- Ed left early this morning and I haven't seen him since. If I haven't seen him in another hour, i'm going to call the hotel manager. Against my better wishes, Ed Jr. went to look for him downstairs in the basement. I'm going to send Tiffany down to fetch him, if... wait... someone is knocking at the door...
Light is shed... but it is not a soothing light...
"He's coming..."
Vision? Where is he? How can we...
*A pan flies off the shelf, clattering to the ground*
No... knives and fire and steel... we must get out!
No way out, no way out... make it stop... too much anger, I can't...
*The microwave flies off the counter and smashes into the far door, knocking it off its hinges*
ESCAPE. I must get out! Out and away... far away...
No, we cannot leave the vision! Her fate was not her making!
We will be safe in the vents, cramped but safe from pans and fire...
"Be careful..."
Why do the voices never bring good news?
There is nothing here...
We must... rethink our position on elevators, self. Ladders shall not betray me.
The top floor, I must be closer than ever. Unless we are doomed to run in circles forever...
What is this? Pointy thorns, but not a puncture to be found.
Are lights and pots the extent of your trickery, axe man?
Further up we go...
Burning, burning and seared flesh and bubbling blood... we cannot go on...
Wait, there is no heat. Another trick, meant to turn us back.
Too far to stop now, our legs can jump and run just fine.
Imaginary fire cannot hurt me, but broken steam pipes can... the flesh will mend, and we are near our goal...
How to cross?
How it was in the past...
Thank you, vision, for showing me the way.
This must be the item of which the dark daughter spoke. Now to take it back, and free the vision from her torment.
No more flames or flying figurines, the axe man knows he has lost.
A lightbulb bursts when you walk up to the house after going into the shed. It's kind of startling because the area is so quiet (and the lighting changes) and it's the first sign that something isn't right.
But ARRRRGH. That picture drawn by the child. I had forgotten about that. Fucking creeeepy.
A lightbulb bursts when you walk up to the house after going into the shed. It's kind of startling because the area is so quiet (and the lighting changes) and it's the first sign that something isn't right.
I also missed the last newspaper clipping talking about how either the mother or father could have been the killer. Rather bad investigation if they think that was up for debate, really.
All the flying things and popping lights were hard to get screenshots of, and I didn't want to overwhelm it with descriptions of sounds. You're right though, it is one of the good startle moments.
She's not fond of people who try to manipulate her. At least Therese is (relatively) straight-forward.
Granted, that means she won't be fond of a lot of people as we roll along... I haven't thought about how i'm going to deal with VV's quests.
I always assumed VV actually liked you and wasn't just manipulating you, because of the e-mails she sends you after you're done.
I got the feeling that VV is still scared by what she's become and what she has to do to survive. She seemed really remorseful when my Malkavian dug up her real name. It felt less like manipulation at times and more like she was afraid of having to have to physically hurt others.
What is her name? I've never played a Malk to that point in the game.
If you take the left staircase, you can avoid the whole basement. I did it unintentionally when I play VtM.
VV:
VVs name can be found in the LAN center on the celebrity computer. You don't need to be a malkavian to find it out.
Is it revealed why VV
freaks out when you mention her real name? I understand that obviously there's some bad shit in her past but does she ever tell you outright what it is?
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freaks out when you mention her real name? I understand that obviously there's some bad shit in her past but does she ever tell you outright what it is?
As far as I know, no.
However, my rampant speculation would be
That VV hasn't quite coped with the fact that she's essentially become an inhuman monster and prefers not to be reminded of the fact that she wasn't always.
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Wow, I was wondering how you were going to handle this section. Brilliant. You have an excellent Malkavian voice. Believe I'll go reinstall this game while I wait for the next update.
If you take the left staircase, you can avoid the whole basement. I did it unintentionally when I play VtM.
Actually, both sides are supposed to collapse. It's whichever one you go up when you first get in. Later on when you get back to that area you can go up and down the other side without a problem. Sounds like you ran into (another) bug.
If you take the left staircase, you can avoid the whole basement. I did it unintentionally when I play VtM.
Actually, both sides are supposed to collapse. It's whichever one you go up when you first get in. Later on when you get back to that area you can go up and down the other side without a problem. Sounds like you ran into (another) bug.
If you jump at the right time, you can avoid the part of the stairs that collapse entirely.
I would give a suggestion as to which ending to go for, but since it's so arbitrary I'll refrain. It was actually my biggest problem with the game. Having your ending depend completely on some dialog trees prior to the end instead of your actions throughout the game was a huge disappointment and killed my desire to replay the game.
I would give a suggestion as to which ending to go for, but since it's so arbitrary I'll refrain. It was actually my biggest problem with the game. Having your ending depend completely on some dialog trees prior to the end instead of your actions throughout the game was a huge disappointment and killed my desire to replay the game.
It's actually not so bad as that, there are a few things you can do to miss out on certain ones.
Big spoilers here.
You can always get the Loner ending.
To get the Kuei-Jin ending, you need to be respectful to Ming Xiao and believe her at the end of the Hallowbrook mission.
To get the Anarch ending, you need to help them out with the plague missions and the one with the talkative ghoul.
To get LaCroix's ending, you need to be respectful to him and to complete his quests as he asks. Not killing anyone on the Elizabeth Dane, for instance.
To get the Camarilla ending, you need to have not told Isaac that the gargoyle was Strauss'.
I must get this to the dark daughter, then find some way to cleanse my brains.
Drat... we must hold onto it until she returns. Perhaps the white daughter shall know...
Olivie: I seek the dark daugher, she of obsidian.
Jeanette: Therese is out making a show of how well her lips fit on the pants seat of the Camarilla. Did you happen to find her chastity belt or something?
Olivie: I can speak only with your other face, daughter of Janus...
Jeanette: Therese told me you might be back with something for her. Do you have it with you?
Olivie: Your sister only recieves this treasure.
Olivie: You stole the words from my head.
Jeanette: She's always belittling me. She's the smart one, she's the favorite, she's the successful one. Well, it's not fair! I'm not a fool! This club's success is just as much my doing as it is hers!
Olivie: These pathetic warblings fall on undead ears.
Jeanette: Do you understand what it's like to have your own flesh and blood ripping you apart on a daily basis for two lifetimes? Can you?
Olivie: Forgiveness, white daughter, but this is for the other only.
Olivie: What deed could I do to amuse the rainy day child?
Jeanette: Do you know Gallery Noir, down the street? I happen to know there's a charity event being organized there. Lots of the influential Santa Monicans slithering in for token appearances. But there's one thing they don't know, the whole event's been set up by a Kindred trying to establish their own power clique in our city. And we can't let that happen, can we? So I need some brilliant young upstart to spoil the milk.
Olivie: What dastardly deed for this shattered mind?
Jeanette: I promise this won't take long. Take this knife and give the paintings in the gallery a good slashing. Don't get caught, and don't turn it into a massacre. And steal the charity box, would you? Buy yourself something velvet.
Olivie: I don't steal the offerings of innocents...
Jeanette: It's not what you think. Every pretty penny dropped in that box is going right into some other Kindred's purse. You'd be crooking from a dirty steal.
Olivie: If these paintings go under the blade, then you free the worm?
Olivie: No canvas will escape my blade.
Jeanette: Oh, and there was something about the paintings... what was it...
Jeanette: Hmm, I can't remember. Oh well, have fun duckling!
Quack, indeed...
The ghastly gallery... locked, and too complex for the twisted passages of my mind. Perhaps another entrance.
Draw straws?
Drat...
We will wait over here, tell us when you are done.
Olivie: Come on, lets have some fun. Why don't you put me in those handcuffs?
Guard: Well, missy... that's just a natural response that people have to someone in my kind of position. The risk, the prestige, the authority... it's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
Olivie: Yes, yes, yes... those words make me feel alive.
Guard: Uh... yeah, you'd be surprised how often I hear that in this line of work. It's the uniform, you know. Women just can't get over the uniform.
Olivie: The chocolate stains are like medals of honor.
Olivie: I'll be your donut shop... whisper your order in my ear.
Not so bad after all... sugary aftertaste... ah and a key for dessert.
Let us get this over with, hurry.
Aah... I feel drained...
What did we miss? An order perhaps?
I slept through sunday school.
A happy beginning.
Aw... nothing more romantic than vaaast pools of blood...
The final frame, then we can flee and finally finish... ah... what?
Elevators and blood in one night... how many more friends shall turn on me?
Delicious or no, he is sharp and pointy... no other way around this debacle.
I should get my own blood paintings when I find a good residence... maybe also a blood butler and a blood gardener!
I wonder if the dark daughter is back.
Olivie: I-
Therese: The museum! That was my event! Did you think I wouldn't find out?
Olivie: But-
Therese: Shut up! I thought I could control my sister as long as Tung was out of the picture, but nothing's changed! I should have expected that you'd succumb to Jeanette's influence like all the others. But how dare you!
Olivie: I don't know what your lips are saying!
Olivie: Ah... I have brought your ghostly bauble...
Therese: Excellent! I'll take that. However... Jeanette claimed you did it for her. Lets say I believe you. After all, you've acted decently and rationally up to now.
Ahahahahahhhahahahahahha!
Quiet! We cannot hear!
Therese: I imagine you'd still like me to call off the feud?
Olivie: Yes, the worm is wiggling.
Therese: There's only one problem. If Tung gets word that I threatened Jeanette, which he most certainly already has, it's not likely he'll believe me. So, in order to call off the feud, you're going to have to convince Jeanette to forgive me first.
Olivie: How might this deed be done?
Therese: I made some threads against my sister. Idle threats, involving fire and her impious satin sheets. She took them quite seriously and is avoiding me. I want to meet with her and explain that they were said in the heat of the moment.
Olivie: This is more convoluted than my psyche. I will find her, and then we finish this.
Therese: I want to see my sister. Yes, i'll call it off once i've spoken with her myself. Just do what I ask.
So much asking and doing and asking... I should make a leash fitting appointment.
Rear of the rancid restaraunt... there is no one here. Now what?
FOOLS WITH BOOMSTICKS. I HAVE NOT THE PATIENCE.
Only fair to take what was spilled.
Poor baby, did those bad men hurt you? I will give you a good home.
Jeanette: She's crazy! HELP!
I must have dialed the obvious hotline.
Enough of this, we will get to the bottom.
I... ah... er...
Does this mean I am now in third place?
Jeanette: Don't listen to her! She'll kill us both! Save me and i'll help you find Bertram, I swear!
Therese: Shut up, Jeanette! I warned you to stay away from Tung- he's turned you against me! I always looked out for you! But you couldn't stand my success. You had to meddle, didn't you? I didn't want it to end like this but you forced me!
Olivie: From where this hateful quarrel?
Therese: Isn't it obvious? I'm about to rid the night of this deviant, backstabbing whore! Do you realize that, despite her condition, she still... fornicated... with kine, no less! So despicable... so unclean.
Jeanette: You're one to talk, dear sister, or should I say Daddy's little girl. Do you want to know just how depraved the baron of Santa Monica can be?
Therese: Shut up, Jeanette!
Jeanette: You'd love the world to think you're a saint... when you thought I was asleep, I used to hear father come in at night. I heard him whisper how much he loved you in your ear before he...
Therese: Don't finish that sentence or you're dead!
Olivie: Both sides need to cease this conflict...
Jeanette: Don't you want to hear what happened? How she became the pillar of the community she is today?
Therese: Shut up! Just shut up!
Olivie: Become mute both mouths! Both sides need to cease this conflict.
Jeanette: Endure me? Dear sister, you've done everything you could to smother me. You'd love to bury me in your closet, along with all your other skeletons.
Therese: I'm the good girl. You're the wicked one. You've done nothing but plot against me when I had our best interests at heart. And despite that, i've always covered up your mistakes. I've taken care of you. And this is how you repay me?
Jeanette: Taken care of me? You've done nothing but keep me down, blamed me for every mistake- did you expect me to let you rule my life until the end of time? No, sister, you've had it coming since our last sunrise.
Olivie: You must both learn to live in the same skin...
Jeanette: She's a control freak! People, things, emotions- and if she can't control something, she gets rid of it.
Therese: And you're a wild animal! You'll rub up against anything that'll take you in for the night, then, when you're stuffed and bored, you bite the hand that fed you.
Olivie: If you could learn to join hands, think of the strength you command...
Therese: I don't think that's possible. How could I ever think to trust her again?
Jeanette: Trust me? Who could trust you after what happened with Father dearest?
Therese: Father loved me. I was a good girl. I always did what I was told. You always hated that he loved me. You disobeyed him. You brought men home when he wasn't there. You were an awful daughter to him.
Olivie: The past is a worn garment, dispose of it.
Jeanette: Father came home drunk one day and mistook me for Therese, because I had fallen asleep in her bed.
Therese: Don't listen to her! She's lying!
Therese: That's a lie! Father killed himself because of Jeanette. She made him miserable!
Jeanette: As I recall, he died with a smile on his face.
Olivie: History's shadow need not fall on you both.
Therese: Why? How will this time be any different?
Olivie: Work together, and your power will more than double...
Jeanette: Therese doesn't like to share.
Jeanette: You do have a way with words, sister. You're right, i'm not the same class, am I? I mean, murderers are so respectful these days.
Olivie: White mistress, stand not in the way of the dark one's plans.
Jeanette: But I only do it for attention, and out of love...
Therese: You do it because you're vindictive and jealous.
Jeanette: And you deserve it!
Olivie: Dark one, let the light carry more of the burden.
Therese: More responsibility? So that she can ruin every opportunity I give her?
Jeanette: Of course. You're the only one who can secure zoning permits and shake hands. I'd never be able to keep up!
Olivie: Run this house as a family, and you both may unlive another day.
Jeanette: If she would stop treating me like a child!
Therese: If she would start behaving like a rational adult!
Olivie: Was there never a time when you looked each other in the eye?
Jeanette: Yes... there was a time.
Therese: When I was a child... I didn't have many friends. I suppose Jeanette was the only one. We never did go out of the house much. Father wouldn't allow us-
Therese: Happier times. Before we grew apart.
Olivie: You don't really wish to become an only child?
Therese: No... I guess I don't. Jeanette... if I were to give- offer- you equal control in Santa Monica, would you quit consorting with Tung?
Jeanette: I'll stop working against you with him... but since i've got him in my pocket already, there's no reason for me not to pay him a visit once in a while, when he can be of use.
Therese: That's not a bad plan. There's just one more thing. I want to be in charge of Santa Monica- but only publicly. I want you to continue to convince others that our relations are strained. That way-
Jeanette: ...We know who our enemies are. I agree.
Olivie: Give me the boom-stick, dark one.
Jeanette: Bertram's hiding in an empty oil tank at the old gas station. I'll tell him to expect a visitor and i'll ask him to be extra nice.
Olivie: We share the same sweet madness, daughters of Janus. Farewell.
Therese: Please give Santa Monica's regards to the prince.
Jeanette: And keep your tongue tied tight about what happened tonight or we'll have to-
Therese: -kill you.
If you'll excuse me, self, i'm going to go home and shake uncontrollably for the rest of the night.
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Having never played this game, this thread interested me. I've read a few LP threads in the past, but this one is pretty amazing. It's like a good RPG game from an older time. Very good story, but graphics can be lacking.
The few screenshots set the mood, but the text is what makes up for any possible complaint of that (if it even could be considered one).
It's actually making me want to get the game, and try out a nosferatu...
Having never played this game, this thread interested me. I've read a few LP threads in the past, but this one is pretty amazing. It's like a good RPG game from an older time. Very good story, but graphics can be lacking.
The few screenshots set the mood, but the text is what makes up for any possible complaint of that (if it even could be considered one).
It's actually making me want to get the game, and try out a nosferatu...
The graphics are lacking? Are you kidding? This still look good today.
Naw, I don't mean the graphics IN GAME are lacking. I mean, if any real complaint could be made, it'd be that the screenshot amount in this LP is very less than the rest I've seen so far. The difference is, this is all dialogue, and I prefer to read what's been typed up, not read the screenshots.
I'm enjoying this. Almost enough to buy the game, and then get both graphics and story.
Naw, I don't mean the graphics IN GAME are lacking. I mean, if any real complaint could be made, it'd be that the screenshot amount in this LP is very less than the rest I've seen so far. The difference is, this is all dialogue, and I prefer to read what's been typed up, not read the screenshots.
I'm enjoying this. Almost enough to buy the game, and then get both graphics and story.
A lot of the enjoyment of the game comes from both the dialogue and the overall atmosphere of the levels. That's pretty hard to convey through screenshots. I try to show enough so that you have an idea of what's going on and where I am, then let the dialogue do its own thing and hopefully supply an entertaining atmosphere through the captions.
Playing it definitely gives a better impression than my runthrough will, and again, I recommend anyone reading this who hasn't played it to give it a try.
So, Jeanette and Therese: Great voice acting or GREATEST voice acting?
Therese is indeed amongst the greatest. Jeanette, on the other, tends to get annoying from time to time. Then again, maybe that's just the fault of her personality rather than her voice actor.
Personally, I think LaCroix has the finest voice actor.
Well... not counting Jack, of course. Because, hey, DiMaggio.
It's actually not so bad as that, there are a few things you can do to miss out on certain ones.
The problem being that if you've met any or all of those criteria you then have the option to go which ever way you want.
I naturally went through the game on my first play through and even though I was generally opposed to both the Quei Jin and the Prince in most applicable dialog, I still had the option to get either ending because I didn't chose to be an outright dick.
What a horrible night to have a curse, that was... perhaps tonight shall be better.
A nasty place for a nasty dude.
Olivie: You do?
Tung: News travels down the Kindred grapevine like wildfire, and that courtroom spat between LaCroix and Nines Rodriguez is a juicy little morsel, and you in the middle... how interesting.
Olivie: I seek a strange house of wares, oh Nasty Dude!
Tung: I've been watching the place. The Sabbat has a bunch of lowlife humans working day and night to move stuff through there. There's some major staging going on.
Olivie: Only the warm-bloods infest the house of wares?
Olivie: Do they know of their dark masters?
Tung: Yes. The Sabbat like everyone to know just who they're dealing with. So if you get in there and have to bust a few heads, don't feel bad- think of it as 'upholding the masquerade.'
Olivie: Can you lead me there, your Nastiness?
Tung: Yes I can. Once you're there, however, you're on your own. You'll have to get into the place and plant the explosives in the middle office to take the whole structure down.
Olivie: Light the way for me, your Dudeness...
Silent as foxes in thick, bright pink socks we must be...
How embarassing to be caught like so... we will make it quick.
Drink and stay warm, little booze hound... soon there will be much more fire to stay toasty near.
Such is the price for gossip on the job. You must earn your shovel.
Traaains trains trains... trains. Trains?
It seems I am about to get the drop on him... ohhohoho...
No more of that or we will turn this car around right now!
Blech... horrible aftertaste. Up the ladder for easy entry then.
So many... hmm. A methodical approach will be best.
OR JUMP DOWN AND RIP THEM APART.
Perhaps a combination of the two?
Doo de doo... one room down...
The next is as oblivious as the last.
Finally, nearly to our goal. Poor thug... you cannot hit what you cannot see.
The kablooey is set, we must flee.
Aah! A vampire!
Ah... right, of course.
More clawey than I am used to... ouchies.
Tiiiiime... is on my side... yes it is.
The Sabbat have no sense of humor...
Gah... I have had... quite enough of this, thank you.
A giant kaboom, hooray! Dance with me, booze hound!
Olivie: AAAH, WEREWOLF!
Smirky: Not experienced much in the creatures of the night, are you? For future reference, you might keep in mind that werewolves aren't in the habit of introducing themselves.
Olivie: Are you the big bad wolf?
Smirky: I see my reputation, for once, does not precede me. My name is Beckett. I haven't been following you per say, we've just coincidentally been at the same places at the same time, for different reasons. So sorry if I unnerved you.
Olivie: Strange? HA HA HA AHA HA... no.
Beckett: Most of my contacts here report sensing something unusual in the night air, like a sense of dread or pressure... but i'm not native to these parts, so I can't tell if it's irregular- and since you're still fresh, perhaps you're not attuned to it. Well, it's been a pleasure meeting your acquaintance, but there are rumblings for me to discredit. We shall, i'm certain, meet again. Or never again. Goodnight, young one... and be careful, you're very likely being hunted by the Sabbat.
Olivie: Goodbye, wolf.
What a nice doggy.
Olivie: Do you know of Beckett, the noble savage?
Tung: Beckett? I know of him... why?
Olivie: We traded words.
Tung: No kidding? Hmph. Must be something major happening if He's in town...
Olivie: You are truly nasty-licious. Farewell.
Tung: You better get back downtown. Prince LaCroix's going to want to hear all about this victory.
Downtown it is then.
Sabbat #1: Let's drain it.
Sabbat #2: Let's stake it and leave it out for the sunrise.
Sabbat #1: We're going to have a lot of fun with this one.
Sabbat #1: Think you could blow up our warehouse and get away with it? Huh, lick?
Sabbat #3: Heh heh, lets pull out its eyes and its tongue and its teeth!
Sabbat #1: I want its teeth. Camarilla fuck! Boys, I think we all could use a little entertainment...
*gunshot*
Sabbat #1: Son of a bitch!
Nines: Leave.
Sabbat #1: There's three of us Rodriguez, what are you gonna do, shoot us?
Sabbat #3: Heh heh, whaddya gonna do? Shoot us?
Sabbat #1: This ain't over.
Sabbat #1: We'll find you. You too, Rodriguez. You're both dead! Nobody messes with the Sabbat and lives!
Nines: Keep moving.
Nines: Trouble sure seems to like you...
Nines: Good effort.
*gunshot*
Nines: Execution needs a little work.
Nines: You look like shit.
Olivie: I was about to DESTROY them!
Nines: Want me to go get them?
Olivie: Get who?
Olivie: I like stories.
Nines: This is a mean existence. Stay out of trouble, kid.
No more updates until next Monday. I'm going to be heading out for the rest of the week. I'll start right back into it, then, and see if we can't get this moving once more
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Beyond that there's fan patches of every variety, and you've probably stirred up the typical Bloodlines shitstorm about patches now, by asking that :P
Rest assured after 30 pages of arguing, nothing will come out of it. Some people will say the big fan patch that changes a lot of stuff is fine, others will suggest a different fan patch that only fixes bugs apparently. Others still will suggest playing the game as is.
My suggestion? Play the game as is - rarely does one come across any game-breaking bugs that would require further patching. Once you've played the game through, by all means, go crazy with some of the other fan-made stuff. But the game is perfectly enjoyable as you have it now.
Hope everyone's been enjoying it.
Take your time. You've been plugging away at this more diligently than most. And yeah, the next part is probably the hardest in the game to get right in a Let's Play.
It will be simple... find the thing, take it back to the dark daughter... no difficulties.
Hopefully this shall be our largest of obstacles.
Easy keys... why lock a place none wish to enter?
Silent as a tomb... hahah, ghosts and spirits, fabled fantasies. Only one way, forward.
*Loud creaking and then a crack as the chandelier is thrown to the floor*
No... no, missed us by inches, but only an old building.
The clock is striking... 1:17?
A faulty clock and rusted rivets, that is all.
*Slight creaking noise on the eighth step, then the seemingly sturdy boards give way*
Aggh... it does not want us upstairs...
It? Stop it, self, you are speaking crazy.
Locked doors, broken elevator... one way only.
Girl: Aahhh! No... noo! Aaah... hah...
A vision! But who else may be down here!?
She is gone...
None have passed through this wall before... perhaps my minds were only playing tricks of a bloodied girl in white...
This... cannot be a good way to run a hotel...
Ahahahahaahah... stop it, heads and fire... all in the past.
No, no, nooo... little ones and fear, axes... axes and fire!
A key... only a key. You are making us nervous with your talk.
Down down down to the boilers... what is that?
A tap tap tap on the ceiling, we are not alone... but we knew that? Too heavy for white vision's footfalls though...
Axes and blood! Foul hunter with clouded thoughts of madness! I will end you.
Gone... as notreal as the vision, then.
*The entire room shakes as the boilers come back on for the first time in years. Rivets begin popping out at high velocity as steam fills the tanks*
So loud and... ow! There is no more to do here... up, up if I can.
A ding, and the doors slide open as if waiting for us.
The vision! Sadness, loss... what has happened?
Noo... the little ones... but it is only in the past again.
What use is the past if the past is littered around us, and throwing lamps at my head?
The little ones' room... drawings on the floor.
This is less than encouraging. Perhaps the other room will shed more light on our situation...
Empty... now what do I...
You aren't the boss of me, wall! Make me!
Pictures and vases flinging about!
This is better suited for a small child's tantrum. We should not be afraid of this.
I... I am not...
Closer to our goal... I hope...
Vision! Inside...? What... what will we find?
Down again... drinks and merriment, but not for us, not anymore...
Axes and fire, trapped inside forever hunting.
"Help me..."
Voice! Is that you, vision?
Perhaps this book will shed light for our noodle.
05/31/1958- The first two days have been almost perfect, except that Ed can't seem to stop asking about the locket I recieved from my mother. He seems to think it was sent to me by some other admirer. Ed can be sweet, but sometimes his jealousy can get the better of him. Hopefully he'll feel better tomorrow.
06/01/1958- Sun is out today, not a cloud in the sky. Ed seems a little on edge, keeps guessing as to who my 'new boyfriend' is. Silly Ed.
06/03/1958- There was a picnic for the hotel guests this morning... quite a grand affair. Ed is in a dark mood. I don't know what I can do to reassure him that he is my one and only love. The only time he seemed to brighten up was when he was speaking to the groundskeeper. Boys and their tools...
06/05/1958- Ed left early this morning and I haven't seen him since. If I haven't seen him in another hour, i'm going to call the hotel manager. Against my better wishes, Ed Jr. went to look for him downstairs in the basement. I'm going to send Tiffany down to fetch him, if... wait... someone is knocking at the door...
Light is shed... but it is not a soothing light...
"He's coming..."
Vision? Where is he? How can we...
*A pan flies off the shelf, clattering to the ground*
No... knives and fire and steel... we must get out!
No way out, no way out... make it stop... too much anger, I can't...
*The microwave flies off the counter and smashes into the far door, knocking it off its hinges*
ESCAPE. I must get out! Out and away... far away...
No, we cannot leave the vision! Her fate was not her making!
We will be safe in the vents, cramped but safe from pans and fire...
"Be careful..."
Why do the voices never bring good news?
There is nothing here...
We must... rethink our position on elevators, self. Ladders shall not betray me.
The top floor, I must be closer than ever. Unless we are doomed to run in circles forever...
What is this? Pointy thorns, but not a puncture to be found.
Are lights and pots the extent of your trickery, axe man?
Further up we go...
Burning, burning and seared flesh and bubbling blood... we cannot go on...
Wait, there is no heat. Another trick, meant to turn us back.
Too far to stop now, our legs can jump and run just fine.
Imaginary fire cannot hurt me, but broken steam pipes can... the flesh will mend, and we are near our goal...
How to cross?
How it was in the past...
Thank you, vision, for showing me the way.
This must be the item of which the dark daughter spoke. Now to take it back, and free the vision from her torment.
No more flames or flying figurines, the axe man knows he has lost.
Away at last, and successful.
No more spirits... never again, please...
*The door locks with a soft click*
Edit: Damn you, word-ninja!
Awesome post.
But ARRRRGH. That picture drawn by the child. I had forgotten about that. Fucking creeeepy.
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All the flying things and popping lights were hard to get screenshots of, and I didn't want to overwhelm it with descriptions of sounds. You're right though, it is one of the good startle moments.
VV's real name:
However, my rampant speculation would be
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I would give a suggestion as to which ending to go for, but since it's so arbitrary I'll refrain. It was actually my biggest problem with the game. Having your ending depend completely on some dialog trees prior to the end instead of your actions throughout the game was a huge disappointment and killed my desire to replay the game.
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It's actually not so bad as that, there are a few things you can do to miss out on certain ones.
Big spoilers here.
To get the Kuei-Jin ending, you need to be respectful to Ming Xiao and believe her at the end of the Hallowbrook mission.
To get the Anarch ending, you need to help them out with the plague missions and the one with the talkative ghoul.
To get LaCroix's ending, you need to be respectful to him and to complete his quests as he asks. Not killing anyone on the Elizabeth Dane, for instance.
To get the Camarilla ending, you need to have not told Isaac that the gargoyle was Strauss'.
I must get this to the dark daughter, then find some way to cleanse my brains.
Drat... we must hold onto it until she returns. Perhaps the white daughter shall know...
Olivie: I seek the dark daugher, she of obsidian.
Jeanette: Therese is out making a show of how well her lips fit on the pants seat of the Camarilla. Did you happen to find her chastity belt or something?
Olivie: I can speak only with your other face, daughter of Janus...
Jeanette: Therese told me you might be back with something for her. Do you have it with you?
Olivie: Your sister only recieves this treasure.
Olivie: You stole the words from my head.
Jeanette: She's always belittling me. She's the smart one, she's the favorite, she's the successful one. Well, it's not fair! I'm not a fool! This club's success is just as much my doing as it is hers!
Olivie: These pathetic warblings fall on undead ears.
Jeanette: Do you understand what it's like to have your own flesh and blood ripping you apart on a daily basis for two lifetimes? Can you?
Olivie: Forgiveness, white daughter, but this is for the other only.
Olivie: What deed could I do to amuse the rainy day child?
Jeanette: Do you know Gallery Noir, down the street? I happen to know there's a charity event being organized there. Lots of the influential Santa Monicans slithering in for token appearances. But there's one thing they don't know, the whole event's been set up by a Kindred trying to establish their own power clique in our city. And we can't let that happen, can we? So I need some brilliant young upstart to spoil the milk.
Olivie: What dastardly deed for this shattered mind?
Jeanette: I promise this won't take long. Take this knife and give the paintings in the gallery a good slashing. Don't get caught, and don't turn it into a massacre. And steal the charity box, would you? Buy yourself something velvet.
Olivie: I don't steal the offerings of innocents...
Jeanette: It's not what you think. Every pretty penny dropped in that box is going right into some other Kindred's purse. You'd be crooking from a dirty steal.
Olivie: If these paintings go under the blade, then you free the worm?
Olivie: No canvas will escape my blade.
Jeanette: Oh, and there was something about the paintings... what was it...
Jeanette: Hmm, I can't remember. Oh well, have fun duckling!
Quack, indeed...
The ghastly gallery... locked, and too complex for the twisted passages of my mind. Perhaps another entrance.
Draw straws?
Drat...
We will wait over here, tell us when you are done.
Olivie: Come on, lets have some fun. Why don't you put me in those handcuffs?
Guard: Well, missy... that's just a natural response that people have to someone in my kind of position. The risk, the prestige, the authority... it's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
Olivie: Yes, yes, yes... those words make me feel alive.
Guard: Uh... yeah, you'd be surprised how often I hear that in this line of work. It's the uniform, you know. Women just can't get over the uniform.
Olivie: The chocolate stains are like medals of honor.
Olivie: I'll be your donut shop... whisper your order in my ear.
Not so bad after all... sugary aftertaste... ah and a key for dessert.
Let us get this over with, hurry.
Aah... I feel drained...
What did we miss? An order perhaps?
I slept through sunday school.
A happy beginning.
Aw... nothing more romantic than vaaast pools of blood...
The final frame, then we can flee and finally finish... ah... what?
Elevators and blood in one night... how many more friends shall turn on me?
Delicious or no, he is sharp and pointy... no other way around this debacle.
I should get my own blood paintings when I find a good residence... maybe also a blood butler and a blood gardener!
I wonder if the dark daughter is back.
Olivie: I-
Therese: The museum! That was my event! Did you think I wouldn't find out?
Olivie: But-
Therese: Shut up! I thought I could control my sister as long as Tung was out of the picture, but nothing's changed! I should have expected that you'd succumb to Jeanette's influence like all the others. But how dare you!
Olivie: I don't know what your lips are saying!
Olivie: Ah... I have brought your ghostly bauble...
Therese: Excellent! I'll take that. However... Jeanette claimed you did it for her. Lets say I believe you. After all, you've acted decently and rationally up to now.
Ahahahahahhhahahahahahha!
Quiet! We cannot hear!
Therese: I imagine you'd still like me to call off the feud?
Olivie: Yes, the worm is wiggling.
Therese: There's only one problem. If Tung gets word that I threatened Jeanette, which he most certainly already has, it's not likely he'll believe me. So, in order to call off the feud, you're going to have to convince Jeanette to forgive me first.
Olivie: How might this deed be done?
Therese: I made some threads against my sister. Idle threats, involving fire and her impious satin sheets. She took them quite seriously and is avoiding me. I want to meet with her and explain that they were said in the heat of the moment.
Olivie: This is more convoluted than my psyche. I will find her, and then we finish this.
Therese: I want to see my sister. Yes, i'll call it off once i've spoken with her myself. Just do what I ask.
So much asking and doing and asking... I should make a leash fitting appointment.
Rear of the rancid restaraunt... there is no one here. Now what?
FOOLS WITH BOOMSTICKS. I HAVE NOT THE PATIENCE.
Only fair to take what was spilled.
Poor baby, did those bad men hurt you? I will give you a good home.
Jeanette: She's crazy! HELP!
I must have dialed the obvious hotline.
Enough of this, we will get to the bottom.
I... ah... er...
Does this mean I am now in third place?
Jeanette: Don't listen to her! She'll kill us both! Save me and i'll help you find Bertram, I swear!
Therese: Shut up, Jeanette! I warned you to stay away from Tung- he's turned you against me! I always looked out for you! But you couldn't stand my success. You had to meddle, didn't you? I didn't want it to end like this but you forced me!
Olivie: From where this hateful quarrel?
Therese: Isn't it obvious? I'm about to rid the night of this deviant, backstabbing whore! Do you realize that, despite her condition, she still... fornicated... with kine, no less! So despicable... so unclean.
Jeanette: You're one to talk, dear sister, or should I say Daddy's little girl. Do you want to know just how depraved the baron of Santa Monica can be?
Therese: Shut up, Jeanette!
Jeanette: You'd love the world to think you're a saint... when you thought I was asleep, I used to hear father come in at night. I heard him whisper how much he loved you in your ear before he...
Therese: Don't finish that sentence or you're dead!
Olivie: Both sides need to cease this conflict...
Jeanette: Don't you want to hear what happened? How she became the pillar of the community she is today?
Therese: Shut up! Just shut up!
Olivie: Become mute both mouths! Both sides need to cease this conflict.
Jeanette: Endure me? Dear sister, you've done everything you could to smother me. You'd love to bury me in your closet, along with all your other skeletons.
Therese: I'm the good girl. You're the wicked one. You've done nothing but plot against me when I had our best interests at heart. And despite that, i've always covered up your mistakes. I've taken care of you. And this is how you repay me?
Jeanette: Taken care of me? You've done nothing but keep me down, blamed me for every mistake- did you expect me to let you rule my life until the end of time? No, sister, you've had it coming since our last sunrise.
Olivie: You must both learn to live in the same skin...
Jeanette: She's a control freak! People, things, emotions- and if she can't control something, she gets rid of it.
Therese: And you're a wild animal! You'll rub up against anything that'll take you in for the night, then, when you're stuffed and bored, you bite the hand that fed you.
Olivie: If you could learn to join hands, think of the strength you command...
Therese: I don't think that's possible. How could I ever think to trust her again?
Jeanette: Trust me? Who could trust you after what happened with Father dearest?
Therese: Father loved me. I was a good girl. I always did what I was told. You always hated that he loved me. You disobeyed him. You brought men home when he wasn't there. You were an awful daughter to him.
Olivie: The past is a worn garment, dispose of it.
Jeanette: Father came home drunk one day and mistook me for Therese, because I had fallen asleep in her bed.
Therese: Don't listen to her! She's lying!
Therese: That's a lie! Father killed himself because of Jeanette. She made him miserable!
Jeanette: As I recall, he died with a smile on his face.
Olivie: History's shadow need not fall on you both.
Therese: Why? How will this time be any different?
Olivie: Work together, and your power will more than double...
Jeanette: Therese doesn't like to share.
Jeanette: You do have a way with words, sister. You're right, i'm not the same class, am I? I mean, murderers are so respectful these days.
Olivie: White mistress, stand not in the way of the dark one's plans.
Jeanette: But I only do it for attention, and out of love...
Therese: You do it because you're vindictive and jealous.
Jeanette: And you deserve it!
Olivie: Dark one, let the light carry more of the burden.
Therese: More responsibility? So that she can ruin every opportunity I give her?
Jeanette: Of course. You're the only one who can secure zoning permits and shake hands. I'd never be able to keep up!
Olivie: Run this house as a family, and you both may unlive another day.
Jeanette: If she would stop treating me like a child!
Therese: If she would start behaving like a rational adult!
Olivie: Was there never a time when you looked each other in the eye?
Jeanette: Yes... there was a time.
Therese: When I was a child... I didn't have many friends. I suppose Jeanette was the only one. We never did go out of the house much. Father wouldn't allow us-
Therese: Happier times. Before we grew apart.
Olivie: You don't really wish to become an only child?
Therese: No... I guess I don't. Jeanette... if I were to give- offer- you equal control in Santa Monica, would you quit consorting with Tung?
Jeanette: I'll stop working against you with him... but since i've got him in my pocket already, there's no reason for me not to pay him a visit once in a while, when he can be of use.
Therese: That's not a bad plan. There's just one more thing. I want to be in charge of Santa Monica- but only publicly. I want you to continue to convince others that our relations are strained. That way-
Jeanette: ...We know who our enemies are. I agree.
Olivie: Give me the boom-stick, dark one.
Jeanette: Bertram's hiding in an empty oil tank at the old gas station. I'll tell him to expect a visitor and i'll ask him to be extra nice.
Olivie: We share the same sweet madness, daughters of Janus. Farewell.
Therese: Please give Santa Monica's regards to the prince.
Jeanette: And keep your tongue tied tight about what happened tonight or we'll have to-
Therese: -kill you.
If you'll excuse me, self, i'm going to go home and shake uncontrollably for the rest of the night.
I'm impressed you got those two to get along.
Scholarship is perhaps my favorite skill. Research and persuasion? Yes please
The few screenshots set the mood, but the text is what makes up for any possible complaint of that (if it even could be considered one).
It's actually making me want to get the game, and try out a nosferatu...
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That's what I did when I played with a Toreador.
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The graphics are lacking? Are you kidding? This still look good today.
I'm enjoying this. Almost enough to buy the game, and then get both graphics and story.
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A lot of the enjoyment of the game comes from both the dialogue and the overall atmosphere of the levels. That's pretty hard to convey through screenshots. I try to show enough so that you have an idea of what's going on and where I am, then let the dialogue do its own thing and hopefully supply an entertaining atmosphere through the captions.
Playing it definitely gives a better impression than my runthrough will, and again, I recommend anyone reading this who hasn't played it to give it a try.
It's the french inbred thing.
Or he is actually the dude they based the prince off of.
Personally, I think LaCroix has the finest voice actor.
Well... not counting Jack, of course. Because, hey, DiMaggio.
The problem being that if you've met any or all of those criteria you then have the option to go which ever way you want.
I naturally went through the game on my first play through and even though I was generally opposed to both the Quei Jin and the Prince in most applicable dialog, I still had the option to get either ending because I didn't chose to be an outright dick.
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What a horrible night to have a curse, that was... perhaps tonight shall be better.
A nasty place for a nasty dude.
Olivie: You do?
Tung: News travels down the Kindred grapevine like wildfire, and that courtroom spat between LaCroix and Nines Rodriguez is a juicy little morsel, and you in the middle... how interesting.
Olivie: I seek a strange house of wares, oh Nasty Dude!
Tung: I've been watching the place. The Sabbat has a bunch of lowlife humans working day and night to move stuff through there. There's some major staging going on.
Olivie: Only the warm-bloods infest the house of wares?
Olivie: Do they know of their dark masters?
Tung: Yes. The Sabbat like everyone to know just who they're dealing with. So if you get in there and have to bust a few heads, don't feel bad- think of it as 'upholding the masquerade.'
Olivie: Can you lead me there, your Nastiness?
Tung: Yes I can. Once you're there, however, you're on your own. You'll have to get into the place and plant the explosives in the middle office to take the whole structure down.
Olivie: Light the way for me, your Dudeness...
Silent as foxes in thick, bright pink socks we must be...
How embarassing to be caught like so... we will make it quick.
Drink and stay warm, little booze hound... soon there will be much more fire to stay toasty near.
Such is the price for gossip on the job. You must earn your shovel.
Traaains trains trains... trains. Trains?
It seems I am about to get the drop on him... ohhohoho...
No more of that or we will turn this car around right now!
Blech... horrible aftertaste. Up the ladder for easy entry then.
So many... hmm. A methodical approach will be best.
OR JUMP DOWN AND RIP THEM APART.
Perhaps a combination of the two?
Doo de doo... one room down...
The next is as oblivious as the last.
Finally, nearly to our goal. Poor thug... you cannot hit what you cannot see.
The kablooey is set, we must flee.
Aah! A vampire!
Ah... right, of course.
More clawey than I am used to... ouchies.
Tiiiiime... is on my side... yes it is.
The Sabbat have no sense of humor...
Gah... I have had... quite enough of this, thank you.
A giant kaboom, hooray! Dance with me, booze hound!
Olivie: AAAH, WEREWOLF!
Smirky: Not experienced much in the creatures of the night, are you? For future reference, you might keep in mind that werewolves aren't in the habit of introducing themselves.
Olivie: Are you the big bad wolf?
Smirky: I see my reputation, for once, does not precede me. My name is Beckett. I haven't been following you per say, we've just coincidentally been at the same places at the same time, for different reasons. So sorry if I unnerved you.
Olivie: Strange? HA HA HA AHA HA... no.
Beckett: Most of my contacts here report sensing something unusual in the night air, like a sense of dread or pressure... but i'm not native to these parts, so I can't tell if it's irregular- and since you're still fresh, perhaps you're not attuned to it. Well, it's been a pleasure meeting your acquaintance, but there are rumblings for me to discredit. We shall, i'm certain, meet again. Or never again. Goodnight, young one... and be careful, you're very likely being hunted by the Sabbat.
Olivie: Goodbye, wolf.
What a nice doggy.
Olivie: Do you know of Beckett, the noble savage?
Tung: Beckett? I know of him... why?
Olivie: We traded words.
Tung: No kidding? Hmph. Must be something major happening if He's in town...
Olivie: You are truly nasty-licious. Farewell.
Tung: You better get back downtown. Prince LaCroix's going to want to hear all about this victory.
Downtown it is then.
Sabbat #1: Let's drain it.
Sabbat #2: Let's stake it and leave it out for the sunrise.
Sabbat #1: We're going to have a lot of fun with this one.
Sabbat #1: Think you could blow up our warehouse and get away with it? Huh, lick?
Sabbat #3: Heh heh, lets pull out its eyes and its tongue and its teeth!
Sabbat #1: I want its teeth. Camarilla fuck! Boys, I think we all could use a little entertainment...
*gunshot*
Sabbat #1: Son of a bitch!
Nines: Leave.
Sabbat #1: There's three of us Rodriguez, what are you gonna do, shoot us?
Sabbat #3: Heh heh, whaddya gonna do? Shoot us?
Sabbat #1: This ain't over.
Sabbat #1: We'll find you. You too, Rodriguez. You're both dead! Nobody messes with the Sabbat and lives!
Nines: Keep moving.
Nines: Trouble sure seems to like you...
Nines: Good effort.
*gunshot*
Nines: Execution needs a little work.
Nines: You look like shit.
Olivie: I was about to DESTROY them!
Nines: Want me to go get them?
Olivie: Get who?
Olivie: I like stories.
Nines: This is a mean existence. Stay out of trouble, kid.