I can not believe this. I refuse to believe this.
Star Wars games will never reward you for balancing light and dark⌠Which is a complete shame, as thatâs how I prefer playing. Instead you get rewarded for comitting to one or the other. âŚLooking at you all those (Dark [insert rank]) and (Light [insert rank]) Items in SWTOR (And those two useful legacy skillsâŚ)
And looking at you, KOTOR 2 with your advanced classes. My gray Jedi Playthrough left me totally nerfed. I was locked out of SO many useful skillsâŚ
I have a test tomorrow. Thus I am here to just randomly comment on a discussion.
Inconsistency can be fun, but also rather⌠reasonable? Just because youâre a good person, doesnât mean you CANâT do something seen as bad. Heck, one of my favorite ME3 Moments is the Renegade Interrupt where you break Kaiâs Sword⌠Then stab him. Because by that point, heâs put you through so much crap you are most likely REALLY fed up with it.
âŚBut just doing one two one two seems more⌠confusing than reasonableâŚ
I mean⌠Iâve played a good Shepard a bunch. âŚOnly to promptly start hitting people come ME2 and ME3. At one point, you REALLY get tired of all the stuff people try pulling, and just want to hit people. You COULD say its inconsistent, but I kinda think itâs natural. Everyone has a breaking point.
Also, being a jerk to Arthur⌠and then making him a cake. âŚThat sounds like a Tsundere. âŚMaybe I should see if that is at all possible somedayâŚ
Tsundere Guen. That just seems kinda hilarious. âŚMaybe if I do well on my math test on Monday/Tomorrow the 11th iâll try seeing if thatâs do-able for my tastes.
Lol
Would be fun to see a tsundere in medieval England. She will probably be diagnosed with a mental illness or something if she does it too often. None of them will know what to expect.
I might be persuaded into thinking that the cake baking is an apology. Unless of course, the cake is bad. Then it would be much worse.
True true. The way Hawke and Alistair were characterized in Inquisition was so odd. Not to mention the stupid plot holes in the Wardenâs letter to the Inquisitor. Definitely not things my Hawke or Warden would have done had I been playing them.
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People (@Fallaner and @Personaddict07 in particular) , I know you all enjoy talking about other games (and Bioware games in specific), but letâs all try to stay a bit on topic here.
That reminds me, itâs been a few months since I last played Guenevere
Should clear some time for that. I donât believe Iâve seen the new (relatively speaking) and improved conversation options yet.
Well, I think itâs high time that I did âmyâ Guen, with the personality thing that everyone does at some point. Huzzah! ^^ She is heavily influenced by certain tendencies I have, as a person with schizoid personality disorder, but I think she hides it well enough.
Pre-âStoryâ, growing up:
Guen was alwaysâŚa slightly odd child growing up. It wasnât that she wasnât sociable, it was just that she was a person who never seemingly enjoyed company of others- but could never be called shy or showed âanti-socialâ behavior. Polite, dutiful, rarely manipulative, and yet quite outspoken when needs be.
Guen had her little following of animals, growing up, and she always seemed to be burying dead birds, planning battle strategies with her dolls, or healing bugs with her fingers in an attempt to make them grow larger. Head in a book oftentimes, if she wasnât doing the aforementioned, most knew Guen as a recluse, though she didnât always hobble herself away inside.
Her nanny taught her manners, her mother taught her patience, and her father taught her tactics, which she thrived under, caught daydreaming into bowls of soup, pretending bowls of flour were worlds being shaped, designing maps with mud and pebbles, and forever getting her skirts dirty, playing with one boy from the kitchens, her only friend.
He taught her what remained most important to her. Duty.
When Guen was ten years old, she found herself without a mother, an absent father, and a nanny who couldnât keep up with her antics. She would often find herself throwing tantrums, finding it hard to control her temper, alternating between shrieks and sobbing, then begging for a beating, snot running down her chin, bruised arms and hair sliced in odd places. Her nanny had taught many a problem child, but still had little clue how to solve this problem.
She then did what she could- she put Guen to work, in an attempt to get her to use up her nervous, agitated energy.
She and the boy spent ages working together- picking apples, baking bread, mock wrestling (he always won), mock organizing battles (she always won), and they shared their first kiss, though he spat afterwards, looking disgusted, and she laughed, agreeing, before they both threw mud at each other, never trying it again.
They loved each other, in their own way.
A certain lord did not approve.
He watched Guen, over the next two years, as she almost started behaving like a normal child, shifting between adept, eager student, to rambunctious, happy girl, always running with the horses, ducking in and out the kitchens, always running among the staff with her friend.
For the lord, it wouldnât do. He would not have a lady behave as such.
So, the young boy, who was nothing more than a bastard son to a kitchen scullion, found himself strapped in arms, and told he was being sent away to a barracks somewhere to fight. The boy, fifteen at the time, had never fought with more than a stick and a handful of horse manure in his life. He was destined to become a baker somewhere, but at the time, he was to leave at the end of the season.
Thus marked the end of the happy times in Guenâs life, as she could only stare at her best and only friend, as he haltingly explained that they werenât allowed to be friends. Not in politics.
Guen wanted to run away with him. Go far away, maybe to Avalon, where they could remain as friends forever. He, however, knew it wasnât possible. People believed he would end up getting Guen pregnant, when he really preferred men, and she wasnât interested in sex.
He told her that if she ever wanted people to be happy, she had to know her place, and he his. That the only way she wouldnât be forced to marry someone who would hate her, how he wouldnât be forced to die for someone he didnât care for, was if they did what was expected of them, as best as they could, as soon as they can.
Guen cried bitterly when he left.
She never heard from him again.
Duty became the main regimen behind Guen- she had a reason now, a purpose, and that changed her completely. Gone were the tantrums, the crying, the hurting herself as she through herself into her studies. Perfect curtseys, perfect knitting, perfectly polite words, scripted answers, as if decorums own dictionary had been stuffed inside her skull. And while such things as penmanship were all well and good, Guen had bigger fish to fry- stratagem, and then healing. And so, then too, did she perfect the former, and put effort behind the latter.
Between all of this, a noble lady had entered the court, one with long red tresses, red lips, and short red nails, whom Guen admired from afar, until a certain day where she was cornered by the beautiful woman. Guen, only then, realized that manipulation was so technical a game. The woman, set to seduce, was simply left with an embarrassed teenager, who hurried away, timid crush having been broken rapidly, and Guen learnt how to play the game- not so much as to use it, as to see it, and counter it. If duty called though, she would answer.
Relationships with her parents: Guen had a pleasant, though distant relationship with her mother. They bonded over healing and the love of cats when Guen was little, receiving a tabby kitten, who she promptly named His Little Lordship, Duke Fluffikins the First.
The cat was killed by a dog.
Guen got another cat when her mother passed away, a consolation from her absent father, Her Lovely Ladyship Dame Fluffikins the Second.
The cat was given to the boy when he left.
(She got her next cat from Morgana, named His Royal Highness, Sir Fluffikins the Third)
Guen loved her father dearly, in her odd way. Sheâd knit for him every birthday, giving him new socks and sweaters to take on his campaigning. She always loved strategy, and when she was to be married off, she didnât bat an eyelid, even at rumors that it was for extended power- what? It sounded like a fair trade.
Her opinion didnât, and shouldnât matter.
Story wise:
Arthur, Guen believed at first, was an idealistic twit.
Later, Guen believed he was still an idealistic twit, but loved him for it.
Not in spite of, but because of.
Guen did what was expected, but how Arthur behaved actually drew her out. She didnât remain stiff- he forced her to be irritated, forced her to be worried, forced her to be honest, forced her to be human, because he was so naive. While Guen never craved sex, she did what she had to, in attempts for children, and though, physically, he was pleasant enough, she loved his mind and personality. Her heart never fluttered when his arms were around her (often enough she tried to remove herself from his grasp), but when she saw him trying so hard to change things, make people happy, trying his bestâŚwellâŚ
You couldnât blame her, could you?
Lancelot was a manipulator.
Oh, maybe not intentionally, and maybe not the bad sort, but, yes, he was. He was a good person- so many think the two are mutually exclusive- they arenât. But Guen had had enough of pretty faces trying to stir the pot, thank you very much. Nosy, loud, and full of it, he irked Guen in a way that made her cringe when he neared her.
And, of course, he saw right through it.
They eventually became close friends, though she often felt the urge to swat him with a book when he couldnât hold his libido in check.
Morgana was simply another person. Guen neither disliked her nor liked her in the beginning, expecting a woman who was just doing as was told, but then she appeared to be just nice. That confused Guen.
Guen was closer to Lance than Morgana, mainly because Guen found it easier to hide herself around Morgana. But she was honest and helpful, and they became friends, firstly, out of respect to Arthur, then simply because it was nice to talk to someone sympathetic, and it was nice to worry about things that werenât her own to worry about.
And after that loooooooonnnggg message, Iâm shaking my head because I didnât type in proper reactions to Book 1/2. Sigh. Well, there we go. ^^; Haha.
Just played it again with Gwen/morgana romance. Arthur and Lancelotâs reaction when I chose the I like women option had me in laughing on the floor. Damn this demo is great. I have no doubt the full game will be a COG legend.
@matt_smith Arthurâs reaction to telling him youâre asexual is also pretty great. âBut everyone likes sex! How could you not like sex???â LoL!
Which post would happen to have the nearest link?
Iâm pretty sure the demo link in the original post always leads to the most recent update, if thatâs what your looking for.
Thank you Maâam 
My most humble apologies. Mine mind and eyes art easily bestraught. As such, I shalt strive to stayeth on topic from now on as thee wishes.

@Fiogan Thanks for delurking and for your kind words! 
Comparing two stats is about the only way I can think of to track inconsistent behavior, and I think it would work well in some circumstances, but I donât know how it could tell the difference between truly erratic choices with no consistency vs. balanced or consistently differing ones â for example, the MC is always nice to one type of person and always rude to another type⌠if the NPCs say âWow, youâre just all over the place with how you treat people,â it seems like theyâre really not paying attention, and the player isnât getting rewarded for what is actually good roleplaying. I mean, obviously you could make a million zillion variables to try to keep track of absolutely everything, but I think that would take a writer with more time and patience than I have?
I would love to see tsundere Guen be a possibility! Hope you did well on the test.
@Mim Loved reading your writeup, and especially enjoyed how the backstory played into Guenâs relationships with the main three. She seems like a wonderfully complex character with lots of potential for growth. I hope the future installments will enable that!
@matt_smith Thanks!
In the very first build, it wasnât even possible for Guen to tell Arthur or Lancelot that she was a lesbian or asexual, and Iâm so glad that people asked me to add that. It was a lot of fun writing very different reactions for the two of them.
@Generikb Just as @Mirabella says, the link never changes. Even on that magical day when the game finally updates again (like, months from now), the link should still be the same.
I had a couple ideas I thought were funnyâŚ
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Guen meets two teenage stoners from the 1980s who claim to be working on a history project and keep using the word âexcellent.â (For any of you who are confused, go watch Bill and Tedâs Excellent Adventure.)
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Guen meets a guy who insists on speaking âye olde Englishâ and canât understand a thing he says.
So, in one she meets Bill and Ted and who say things I would not understand.
âŚAnd in the other, she meets a Medieval RPer? (Saying things I WOULD understand. âŚSomewhat)
âŚThalia Guen would be so confused⌠and sheâs meant to be extremely smart.
Those are INDEED hilarious.
I do want to add some silly easter eggs someday (like, when the whole thing is finished). Theyâd be accessed by giving the pet a particular name. Those are both great ideas, and I hope you donât mind if I put them on my list. 
You are more than welcome to them. 
Would we learn the code word after finishing the game, like a New Game + type of thing? And what other easter eggs are you thinking of? Personally, Iâd like to see Spamalot, Shakespeare and jokes about RPG tropes (like looting everything in sight). And Mel Brookâs version of Robin Hood.
âWeâre men!
Weâre men in TIGHTS!
We run around the forest,
Looking for fights!â
And maybe someone could accuse Lance of being gay, like in Spamalot.
âHis name is Lancelot!
He visits France a lot!
He likes to dance a lot!â
Oh, and maybe a knight attacking a windmill. Assuming they had windmills at the time.
What iâm wondering is, if we DO use a silly easy egg by giving the pet a particular name, could we get another chance to name the pet. âŚBecause I wanna have MY petâs name⌠not an easter egg code name.
I like Arky Barky the Fae Dog.
Is there a possibity of us out shining Author and taking the land up under your rule
