TachyonTele

Game is Dark Souls (series)
I actually love it. The deaths are often not cheap so it's fine. Plus the ability to grab your lost points makes it easier than people think it is. Farming can be fun too, I love confidently farming an entire area and trying different things out.

I just got Dark Souls II (Scholar ver) and at first I was disappointed because the movement was faster than 1. Then I started combat... The game is very obviously on steroids. Its going like 120 fps, or twice the speed. (The menues are very snappy lol)

My character isn't just fast, the entire game is. Dude looks like he's throwing the fastest pitch in history when he casts a sorc arrow. That big guy in the intro is flying around like a puppy jumping and rolling like I just walked thru the door.

Every search results in people completely misunderstanding the problem. It's not the character speed. It's the entire game. Ive tried restarting a couple times and it's still there.

Any ideas?

I tried Dark Souls back during the PS3 days and bounced right off of it. Never made it through the Burg.

I just got Remastered, started as a Sorcerer, and am basically just cleaning house. Is that normal?

I think maybe playing and 100%ing Tunic prepared me for this, to be honest.

To be serious though, I was in a relationship because "hmm a bass player in a leather jacket".

Many religious fundamentalists read the Bible literally, insisting that its stories occurred historically as written. While some take this to the logical extreme forcing them to reject science in favor of alternative theories like young Earth creationism others look for naturalistic explanations to preserve a literalistic historicist reading of the text. John Hamer of Toronto Centre Place looks at the modern development of these interpretative lenses and will consider how such readings radically distort the original stories and rob them of any meaning.

Georgia police were so confident Marshall was the man who killed young Janet Kelly in a state bear preserve, they didn't investigate other suspects.

Some might say, "This is from 2007!", and I would argue how many cases of occular penitration have been in the news since then?

I rest my case.

A twelve year old street kid. A 3 ton killer whale. A friendship you could never imagine.
An adventure you'll never forget.

The Pandora papers are the latest in a long line on P Papers that have supposedly unmasked the shady dealings of the global elite’s worldwide network of money laundering, tax evasion and corruption.

You have no doubt seen the headlines, and if you are following the story closely you are likely thinking that nothing will really come of this.

It’s been ~~five~~ eight years since the Panama Papers were released the world and since then they have been followed up by the paradise papers, as well as a series of smaller leaks ultimately confirming what everybody suspected was going on anyway.

Now to an outside observer it is easy to be a bit disheartened by all of this news and simply resign yourself to the fact that these schemes will just happen forever and nothing will really be done to punish the perpetrators. This narrative would certainly be supported by the outlets publishing these stories too, because to be honest… outrage sells.

But it’s not necessarily the case, and perhaps the best way to see this is to do what no stories on this issue have been willing to do, and that is to unpack how this creative international accounting actually functions.

"-The Tale of the Pocketcat. Chapter I -

It was a rainy day in the countryside just north from the forest of Merwood."

"Willem, the wildest child known in the town, would stare at the rain drops behind the window screen."

"His mother would warn him of going outside. During rain decent boys would help their parents with various indoors tasks. Rain brings forth all kinds of dangers not otherwise known to little boys."

"Disregarding the warnings and without a worry in the world, Willem dashed through the bushes and ran deep in to the Merwood forest."

"In the heart of the forest, all wet from the rain, Willem heard slight panting noises from an overgrown grotto nearby..."

"Cautiously Willem peeked through the leaves..."

"He would not believe his eyes when he saw a finely dressed cat standing on two feet, twice as tall as Willem's father would be."

"The cat's back was facing Willem. Its hand was moving swiftly inside its pocket while the two big yellow eyes glee'd inside a burlap bag in great excitement."

"Suddenly the hand movement came to a halt."

"Even if Willem was well hidden behind the leaves - slowly the cat turned its eyes towards him."

"In terror Willem ran as fast as he could towards his home!"

"The two glowing yellow eyes of the cat haunted him all the way to his home gates."

"His mother was there to meet him by the front door. 'So you just had to go to the woods, did you?' - said his mother."

"'You saw something you shouldn't have, right!?' - questioned his mother.' And how do I know this?'"

"Willem's mother would go inside to get a little parcel with decorated wrappings."

"'This appeared on the front door just before you came. It was directed to young mister Willem.'"

"Slowly Willem unwrapped the decorated paper with small mouse prints on it..."

"Inside the parcel, there was catnip."