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Oct. 21, 2014 - The Golden One - Marcus Follin
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Shadow of Mordor Part 9

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Greetings students.
Welcome back to Modo.
I thought to just hang out with you all a bit.
I also have my loyal Teddy Bear of Glory who is also gaming with me and some glorious Lindwal's coffee for optimal gaming performance.
Last episode we killed some Uruks.
Now we're gonna talk with our true friend the dwarf of juiciness and he is on the other side of the map so we got some fucking cardio to perform first.
But that's fine.
Then I get to talk a bit without getting interrupted as I have a tendency to be to get get interrupted.
And yeah, still warming up my English as per huge.
We have Ishka the runner to the to the writer but he will have to wait for my tender attentions.
Look at this place.
Really great scenery, great graphics, great gameplay.
I am very impressed with this game.
Very impressed.
And when I have done a few more episodes of both this and Rise of Rome I will perhaps make a little comparison and talk about the two games and you know older games I recommend.
Obviously Skyrim needs or deserves a special mention.
But then again, like everybody else playing Skyrim and I will do more Skyrim.
Let's place no question about it at all.
We'll probably start a new Nord character with light armor and a two-handed weapon to get that barbarian kind of feel.
Okay, I will rescue them later on.
But first I have to relax with this with this juicy dwarf a bit.
Alright, here we are.
Big game.
Ah, okay.
Now we have to fight a caribor.
Oh look, he has a slain one.
Hear me.
It's a clean kill.
Scottish Dwarven true friend.
The quaint is gonna go to waste.
What's your name right now?
Italian.
Warrior?
Lieutenant?
No, that's weird.
It was a captain.
A captain of glue.
Oh, my mistake!
We have a captain in our midst.
Well, better look sharp, hey?
Captain's coming.
Sharpen the swords in.
Make sure our beats are nice and shiny.
But I can't.
He wasn't quite a pleasant to call.
Aye lad.
Then let's get at it.
She would say it used to shut.
That was before she got eaten by a war.
Hunt is not about rules, my captain.
We're not gonna line up and have someone play with our lives.
It's about instinct and it's about guts.
Which, as you can see, I know a thing or two about.
You want basics on a hunt?
Follow me.
That is a rough fucking hench guy right there.
Perhaps a bit rude, but uh.
Hunt is its own beast, one you must learn to tame.
First lesson of caragor hunting: do not die.
What do we need them for?
We ride them.
A worthy mount for a dangerous hunt.
These beasts will not be impressed by your rank.
All flesh tastes the same to them.
Indeed, it does.
Once you go on the hunt, Captain, you'll come out a changed man.
Hopefully for the better, but you never know.
And there.
Cargors, buggers hate water.
I once tried to ride one through a river, and she hightailed it up a cliffside with me on its back.
Amazing what they'll do to avoid the good cleaning, eh?
Huh, cool.
The hunt is my mistress.
Beautiful, thrilling, infectious.
And she doesn't nag like my wife.
Oh, you haven't lived until you've been on the hunt, Captain.
The very air smells different like triumph.
Triumph.
Glorious.
Ranger, over here.
I'm coming.
That one over there looks quite aggressive.
Don't even try creeping up on the Caragor.
It'll catch your scent a mile away.
What do you propose then?
Why didn't you hop in and introduce yourself?
Ask it for a ride.
Hmm.
Okay, cool.
And control right, true friends.
Um let's uh let's try it then.
Hello, come on.
You're not gonna mount a caragor on your first try.
Took a few scars to prepare my matter.
I thought I couldn't do it.
Okay.
Stand your ground.
Hmm, okay.
That is uh what now?
Climb on its back.
No, then come on.
Yes, there we are.
Come on with the beast.
I thought I would have to fail this first before I could, but no, cool.
All right, then my dwarven friend, let's uh let's hunt something, shall we?
That's about the same time it took me to take one.
You might be a natural natty.
Yeah, the captain is natural, actually.
But he will take testosterone when it's on natural level stroke.
As we can see in this game, he has no lack of fucking testor in his juicy.
Right, let's do some cardio with sprinting and bonus objective.
Kill more turin.
Oh, that was humans.
Sorry mates, I mean it's swinging for the fences.
Pretty sure I'm winning here.
He got two.
I got one.
Ah, there we are.
Might even get the bonus objective there.
How sickening, even the fiercest beasts can be used for good.
You've been hunting a known and prolonged wolf for years and years.
Land used to be more lush.
Now a doom slowly sweeps over it like Mochamodo.
But it's still quite lush, though.
say the world was young the mountains green Alright, let me.
I've entered power gaming mode, true friends.
That is why.
Oh, fuck.
That is why I'm untalkative.
Here we are.
I can bust it.
Above the shadows of his head.
We might not have Goldo, but we have a juicy corpse to sing as Marytoons.
That is nice.
That fire better not set my beard to light.
Hello.
Hello.
Someone sneaking as well.
Alright, get out of here.
Yeah, boys.
You have got a dog, and I'm your monster.
This is nice.
Fighting from not horseback, but Caribor back.
Should be a feature in more Testorones games.
And speaking of Skyrim.
I actually haven't fought from horseback in Skyrim, so that's one thing I have to do.
He's a bit cocky.
Training yourself to see the perfect moment rather than being told it.
I once tried to grey eagles in our nest.
I decided to let them be, even before they tossed me to the rocks below.
Borg hunting party!
Let's hunt them bastards for a change!
Kill more Uruks!
Yeah, that look at the speed of this caravor.
This is really nice.
I'm feeling quite powerful here indeed.
Perfect pre-workout gaming.
I'm leading against the cookie wall.
Maybe I'll be a bit more humble when I win this contest.
Ability.
I'm gonna unlock something.
Let's level here, true friends.
Let us level.
Hmm.
braids of daggers that's not really fun yeah that sounds uh that sounds nice Cool.
Can't wait to try that out.
We must slay these genius busters Okay Oh, fuck.
Ah.
Come on, then.
Oh, they are.
Nice.
You make a nice meal, dwarf!
Torven needs help.
Okay, he got owned there.
Oh, fuck.
No!
Oh, fuck.
Okay, let's retry.
Torvin is too quiet.
Something must be wrong.
Go to him talion.
Perhaps we should track the hunter.
I see how you fight.
Oh, you beast.
Torvin needs help.
Hold shift.
A leaping takedown.
Sickening.
Notice.
You did not.
What does riding cargo have to do with killing grogs?
It's for the crack leg.
For the loose.
Pay attention.
The chief company, big game, success.
How about that, reference?
How about that?
That is highly sickening.
That will have to.
This dwarf is far from home.
Not all.
I will see if that will have to conclude.
Usually one little mission is Okay, you know what?
Let's go there actually.
Those who wander are lost.
I have dominated this beast.
Yeah, let's uh let's see how far we get with the request Come on go down Perhaps we need to...
Oh, there we are.
Let's do one more thing.
Hope you're not put off from a wee scars I'm not I think it's rather cool actually actually have a few of my own I'll bet what type of battle scars did you get from the black gate splinters telling your soldiers to head into battle tread lightly my scars run very deep
the mighty grog you give me these and he also took my hunting partner So, what now?
Well, another lesson for you, my captain.
Maybe you'll even come out of this one on scar all right, true friends.
What backward lesson do you have planned this time, eh?
Shooting crebane to prepare us for the mighty Graug?
You want to hunt Growg?
And so you shall, but not just any Grow.
The juicy Grow with Stolts from the British strong enough to claim land as its own.
And you and me were trespassing.
Tell me, Captain, you ever slay a Grow before?
Today will be the first of many.
Now you're talking like a hunter.
Juicy.
Oh, since that's the largest part of you, I like those odds.
So I assume you have a plan to kill this Growg.
I do, Captain.
And since you're so good at taking orders, I'll tell you how, step by step.
Step one: when he's crunching on an Uruk, sneak up behind the giant beast and bleed the bastard's ankle.
But why not his throat?
There's one place Grau's aren't covered in spiky scales.
They don't call a weakness a Grauk's heel for nothing.
You want me to sidle up to this beast?
If you can manage it without being crushed, yes.
Alrighty then.
Let us meet a fine end.
Hold left shift.
Sneak up behind an unaware.
He's unaware.
He's not been on the misk.
Grow impress to bleed.
And we try to caragors.
Alright.
Bear with me if I fail this at least once.
I've got to pierce its ankle if I want to bleed it.
Step two, Captain.
The blood will attract categories.
Whoa, fuck.
That will be quite a ride.
Mount a Karagor.
Come then, Karagor, quickly.
Before I get leaving Karagorn, fuck.
Come on Nance, I can mount you.
Quickly now.
No?
Alright, let me be a big- I need a caragor for speed.
Ah, fuck.
No.
Don't kill me.
That didn't go according to plan at all.
Let's save him again.
Head on up here and mount the caragor from here.
Come close now.
I need a carigor for speed.
Here we are.
I'm using my wily charm!
Yes, come on then.
Sounds easy enough.
But is it easy enough?
Whoop.
Shoots it in the head.
There is no step four.
It should be dead.
You must have done it wrong.
I'm following your orders.
Well, that's your problem.
Think for yourself.
Alright, I utilize a quick little edit there to just get it busted down.
Mount the stunned Grauger Control Cool.
I have an idea, it's sickening.
Had to retry that for him.
What's step four?
It should be dead.
You must have done it wrong.
I'm following your orders.
Well, that's your problem.
Think for yourself.
I have an idea.
What are you doing?
Illful juiciness came to rescue us.
Gro can attack.
Okay, cool.
Okay now, look at this fucking brutal henchguy, let it stand no chance, eat.
Now look at that.
He behaved the guy.
Oh, that's been a bug then.
Fwoar.
Alright, some intense gaming action right here.
Sick, sir.
We bet unusual to eat the ground.
Oh, but fuck, though.
Alright, captain.
That's it.
You should instinct, dunction, respect.
Training's over.
Gov cuts.
Let's go spill some pay.
Glorious.
Cool.
Alright, that will have to conclude this glorious episode.
And next time we'll talk with the old frail lady again, as it's I suppose.
And now it's about time for me to hit the gym.
And who am I?
I'm the captain of Gondor.
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