Kingdom Come 2 - to be officially revealed on April 18th

[gerey]

it was more like "jews in very certain parts of prague that were protected"

Yes, Europe used to be the shining bastion of civilization at one point. Then, Jews invented human rights.

[Statesman]

Announcing there will be a wide range of ethnicities only to later reveal that they're all white to generate unlimited outrage articles is a pretty simple and effective advertising trick.
Or maybe the game will be full of gayniggers from outer continents. Time will tell.

I want to believe that they simply hired someone capable of handling topics like these with doublespeak (unlike Vavra), specially when the Warhorse team looks like this:


but then i remembered Larian's team looked like this and we got BG3:


Starting to think they are still in the "subversion" stage, think CDPR-Witcher 2 era.

This is why I would like to see something put together historically to follow along with it, then maybe change the game.

What I would love to see is a game like this design, or maybe even just a strategy 4x game of WWII that accurately depicts what happened during those times and not the typical "Germans are bad, US Kicks ASS HOORAH! crap that you see in a lot of WWI/WWII games.

Aren't there Hearts of Iron III/IV mods that already do that?

[Xenich]

Announcing there will be a wide range of ethnicities only to later reveal that they're all white to generate unlimited outrage articles is a pretty simple and effective advertising trick.
Or maybe the game will be full of gayniggers from outer continents. Time will tell.

I want to believe that they simply hired someone capable of handling topics like these with doublespeak (unlike Vavra), specially when the Warhorse team looks like this:


but then i remembered Larian's team looked like this and we got BG3:


Starting to think they are still in the "subversion" stage, think CDPR-Witcher 2 era.

This is why I would like to see something put together historically to follow along with it, then maybe change the game.

What I would love to see is a game like this design, or maybe even just a strategy 4x game of WWII that accurately depicts what happened during those times and not the typical "Germans are bad, US Kicks ASS HOORAH! crap that you see in a lot of WWI/WWII games.

Aren't there Hearts of Iron III/IV mods that already do that?

Yeah, it is all a guessing game. Though I wish the fan boys would cut out all the stupid worship. They are dismissing everything that even brings up questions about things, but oh well... at least if it does go woke, there will be a consolation prize in watching them scream in agony for being so gullible. In the end, for me its a win/win in terms of the issue. If it isn't woke, good... I get a good game to play, if it is... well... I am not disappointed because I was suspicious.

As for the Hearts of Iron, I will look into it. I didn't know there was something out there for that. Thanks!

[Xenich]

So the reveal looks good so far... Can't help the suspicion though. I keep waiting for something to pop out and smack me in the face. I fully hope I am wrong though.

[Tweed]

Your tears will be delicious.

[Xenich]

Your tears will be delicious.

Nah, as I have said, I full expect this to be buggered to hell and back, but... I will wait and see. Either way, no loss on my part.

[Xenich]

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Looks like possible good news?

[rusty_shackleford]

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All I got from this is it's probably going to include a lecture on why gypsies are better than europeans

[Nammu Archag]

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you are joking right

[gerey]

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Looks like possible good news?

They're just too afraid to outright say the game will feature shitskins, because they know what the reaction of the fanbase will be, but still can't help but gloat about it.

Anyone that would willingly spend time around gypsies, or defend their continued existence, is not a human being.

[Xenich]

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Looks like possible good news?

They're just too afraid to outright say the game will feature shitskins, because they know what the reaction of the fanbase will be, but still can't help but gloat about it.

Anyone that would willingly spend time around gypsies, or defend their continued existence, is not a human being.

The benefit of this being pressed is that they are responding to it, which digs them deeper if they do as you say, making the betrayal more devious in such a case.

It is one thing to be quiet, let people speculate, then release with garbage in it claiming you never said it wouldn't, but when you start defending such, trying to clarify that this isn't the intent, then go ahead and do it anyway, well... there is no coming back from that.

So lets see how they play this with their claim of such clarification.

[Xenich]

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Looks like possible good news?

All I got from this is it's probably going to include a lecture on why gypsies are better than europeans

Like I said previously, I am not versed on this level of history, so you guys need to be a bit more clear on identifying those things for people like me.

[rusty_shackleford]

Like I said previously, I am not versed on this level of history, so you guys need to be a bit more clear on identifying those things for people like me.

gypsies are a peoples from india that traveled to yurop for gibs with a long, storied history of doing things like stealing copper wire and breaking the bones of their children for sympathy money

they're a people so disliked that even redditors hate gypsies

[Nooneatall]

Announcing there will be a wide range of ethnicities only to later reveal that they're all white to generate unlimited outrage articles is a pretty simple and effective advertising trick.
Or maybe the game will be full of gayniggers from outer continents. Time will tell.

I want to believe that they simply hired someone capable of handling topics like these with doublespeak (unlike Vavra), specially when the Warhorse team looks like this:


but then i remembered Larian's team looked like this and we got BG3:


Starting to think they are still in the "subversion" stage, think CDPR-Witcher 2 era.

This is why I would like to see something put together historically to follow along with it, then maybe change the game.

What I would love to see is a game like this design, or maybe even just a strategy 4x game of WWII that accurately depicts what happened during those times and not the typical "Germans are bad, US Kicks ASS HOORAH! crap that you see in a lot of WWI/WWII games.

Aren't there Hearts of Iron III/IV mods that already do that?

Remember that most white people treat woke shit like a religion. If you don't have it in your game/ media you are a heretic. White people are probably worse about self enforcing this than having jews force it.

[Oyster Sauce]

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Looks like possible good news?

Imagine living in a gypsy's basement for 6 years. The fuck is wrong with this guy?

[Xenich]

So instead of modern inserts, we will get "time period" glorification of malcontents? Also seeing a lot of swooning over adding Jews to the mix in various chats, and it makes me think there is going to be a lot of "victimhood" representation possibly or a representation that makes them look benevolent?

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Anyone have a good source where you can read about the Gypsies that isn't infected with BS propaganda?

[Breathe]

Was really hoping they were going to make a new game, not a sequel, but oh well. The fact that they even mention diversity is telling. Nothing good lasts. Remember that lads. Try to recognize when something is good and savor it while it still exists.

[Nooneatall]

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Looks like possible good news?

Imagine living in a gypsy's basement for 6 years. The fuck is wrong with this guy?

I lived in my mom's basement for two decades until she kicked me out

[gerey]

gypsies are a peoples

Please stop spreading misinformation. I understand you're from America and never had the misfortune of interacting with the vermin, but I can assure you, gypsies are not human.

a long, storied history of doing things like stealing copper wire and breaking the bones of their children for sympathy money

Also deliberately blinding their children, prostituting them, getting them addicted to drugs and alcohol etc.

They are soulless cockroaches that will ruthlessly exploit human empathy and compassion, they have no concept of morals.

[Xenich]

Was really hoping they were going to make a new game, not a sequel, but oh well. The fact that they even mention diversity is telling. Nothing good lasts. Remember that lads. Try to recognize when something is good and savor it while it still exists.

Well, I like the engine and the toolset from the first looks really nice in its power. So this is a game where I guess it could be completely fixed without gimmick solutions if one was interested.

[Xenich]

gypsies are a peoples

Please stop spreading misinformation. I understand you're from America and never had the misfortune of interacting with the vermin, but I can assure you, gypsies are not human.

a long, storied history of doing things like stealing copper wire and breaking the bones of their children for sympathy money

Also deliberately blinding their children, prostituting them, getting them addicted to drugs and alcohol etc.

They are soulless cockroaches that will ruthlessly exploit human empathy and compassion, they have no concept of morals.

Lots of media throughout US history tends to represent them as "lovable rogue" types who may scam and commit larceny, but at heart are good people. There was a MacGyver episode that you could tell was trying to portray them in a good light. I would like to read about the real history though, I am tired of Hollywood and various social manipulators constantly taking the shit of the world and promoting it like it is wholesome.

[gerey]

Lots of media throughout US history tends to represent them as "lovable rogue" types who may scam and commit larceny, but at heart are good people. There was a MacGyver episode that you could tell was trying to portray them in a good light.

Like rusty and I already mentioned - they deliberately cripple their children to make them better at begging, they'll make their babies drunk so they don't cry, they'll prostitute their daughters. They believe that everything in this world belongs to them, so it's okay to steal from other people. When given public housing they'll rip out all the metal and sell it for scrap, leaving the apartments wrecked ruins.

Imagine Pajeets that not even other Pajeets want to be around.

[aweigh]

I don't understand why people keep thinking a white dev team means the game won't be woke. It's the complete opposite. The more white people making it the more woke it is.

[Acrux]

Please stop spreading misinformation. I understand you're from America and never had the misfortune of interacting with the vermin, but I can assure you, gypsies are not human.

There's been a big influx of gypsies in the US for the past couple of decades. The first time I remember seeing one in real life was around 2002 or so. In some places, they are really common now. A couple of weeks ago some were in my local grocery store asking people to buy things for them. I was surprised at the number of people I saw doing it! But then, there are a lot of libtards around here - something that's probably allowing the gypsies to fester.

[Hauberk]

Lots of media throughout US history tends to represent them as "lovable rogue" types who may scam and commit larceny, but at heart are good people. There was a MacGyver episode that you could tell was trying to portray them in a good light. I would like to read about the real history though, I am tired of Hollywood and various social manipulators constantly taking the shit of the world and promoting it like it is wholesome.

I'd say older western media in general. Alluring fortune tellers etc.

In real life they are a race of thieves, beggars, and used car salesmen. Some are actors, too. However, they are usually more open about what they are than the ...other hostile race. There appear to be several variants of Gypsy such as the "Irish" Pikeys (who almost look human) and a brown kind who probably is some slavoid-streetshitteresque hybrid. The latter kind seems less advanced.

[The_Mask]

Gypsies fucking suck.

[BobT]

This has trannies on the dev team. In the words of Tweed, "It's over". Once that rot is in it spreads and good luck doing anything about it if your company is based anywhere in Europe.

As to "Diversity" sure in medieval Europe, you'll see an Arab or two travelling for trade or pilgrimages etc. But they never just have it be proportionate, do they. Look at BG3 with the city being absolutely FULL of Chultans.

[Xenich]

This has trannies on the dev team. In the words of Tweed, "It's over". Once that rot is in it spreads and good luck doing anything about it if your company is based anywhere in Europe.

As to "Diversity" sure in medieval Europe, you'll see an Arab or two travelling for trade or pilgrimages etc. But they never just have it be proportionate, do they. Look at BG3 with the city being absolutely FULL of Chultans.

If you make that point, people say "but trannies are on every team these days", to which you can only reply... "Yes, do you understand now?"

[Roguey]

Vavra's friends with Josh Sawyer, looks like some of Pentiment may have rubbed off on him.

Anyone have a good source where you can read about the Gypsies that isn't infected with BS propaganda?

Here's a blog entry of a Jewish-American lib who was exposed to gypsies in 1993 and wound up with ptsd over it https://www.peterdavid.net/2010/07/23/r ... ue-part-3/

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When last we left me, I was in the middle of an elaborate practical joke in which we had convinced one of the actors that I was Romanian; and I had just shared in a meal prepared in questionable fashion by the crew consisting of questionable fish caught from a questionable lake.

MAY 17–No sign of food poisoning. I lucked out.

As Vlad-the-Romanian, I climb into the morning van to the studio. Laughlin and his girlfriend, Sharon, are waiting. The Romanian driver says something to me in his native tongue. I reply in Romanian that my book is mineral water. We’re on our way.

The driver pushes matters through the ride, tossing occasional comments my way. I pull replies off storefronts and billboards. He asks me something. My answer: “Milk Products.” That sort of thing.

The shooting day progresses, and I’m still Vlad. Tim Thomerson is playing along with particular enthusiasm, engaging me in my broken English conversations and loudly denouncing me “behind my back” (since, presumably, I can’t understand him) as “a weird motherf—–.”

Finally director Dave Nutter, having gotten Laughlin’s main scenes out of the way, helps me spring it. Now we find out whether he knew or not.

With camera rolling after a completed take, I step onto camera with Laughlin. Dropping the accent, I say, “So did we fool you? Or did you know all along?”

He stares at me uncomprehendingly. I know in a heartbeat that we got him. He is unquestionably a talented actor, but nobody is that good that they could fake that stunned an expression. He is utterly shocked.

The crew is howling. Laughlin doesn’t understand what the hëll has happened to my accent. He tells me later that for an instant, he was convinced that nobody on the entire crew was actually Romanian, so confused had we made him. “I’m the writer,” I tell him. The camera’s rolling. He starts to laugh in amazement… he can’t believe that this elaborate a gag has been staged purely for his benefit. “Was Sharon in on this?” he demands. No… she is in the next room, watching the monitor with her jaw around her ankles.

He takes it extraordinarily well… much better than I would have, in all likelihood. Especially when I make it clear to him that it was nothing personal. The gag, which just sort of evolved, would have been pulled on whatever actor had been brought in. He also seemed, to me at least, a lot more relaxed the rest of the shooting day. All in all, a very worthwhile practical joke, because no one was hurt by it and it pulled a lot of folks together.

The kicker is that I learn later that Sharon had said to Laughlin, “You know, I’m not sure if I like Tim. He’s being very mean to Vlad.”

Joe, the make-up guy, helps me out so that I finally meet F. Murray Abraham, who says I should call him Murray. “Not F?” I ask. No. Murray. I tell him I write comic books. He tells me that his son is a comic book enthusiast. I offer to sign a comic to his son if I can have my picture taken with him. No sweat.

I go over to the set for Nostradamus. They have a library set that has to be at least five times the size that our library set was. It’s amazing what $20 million can do. I give him the comic, sign it to his son (hey, maybe he’s reading this. Hi, Mick. Your dad’s a really nice guy), get my picture taken with Murray, get yelled at by the assistant director because I didn’t ask his (the A.D.’s) permission to come on the set. I tell him I didn’t know, and I’m sorry. He says I should have asked his permission. I tell him I didn’t know, and I’m sorry. He says I should have asked his permission. By this point I’m ready to knock his block off, because how many times am I supposed to apologize? Now I know what $20 million can get you besides great sets: bìŧçhÿ assistant directors.

Back on our own set, we film a sequence where a time warping watch that Jack Deth wears backfires on him. Ideally, it slows the rest of the world down while Jack remains unaffected. In the previous three films, it’s been done by overcranking the camera so Jack moves in slow motion, while the rest of the world comes to a halt. Catering to Tim’s gift for physical comedy–which he never gets to display as Jack Deth–I flipflop it. In the scene, Jack is faced with a group of enemies and activates the watch. He moves in slow motion…

And his enemies are unaffected. As Tim moves at a snail’s pace, the others circle him in befuddlement. “Is this some bizarre attempt at levity?” asks one in confusion. Since they’re moving at normal speed, they knock him out with no problem. Tim does the longest collapse into unconsciousness in film history. With music and sound effects, it should be a high point of the film.

I have dinner with Laughlin and Sharon. They’re really good kids. Laughlin was in one of the best scenes in Unforgiven… the sequence where the first of the two cowboys that Eastwood has been hired to kill is gunned down. It’s an unforgettable scene. As the young cowboy lays dying, his friend makes a desperate attempt to aid him. The friend is Laughlin. The one who was shouting, “Don’t you shoot me, you bášŧárdš!” as he rushed to aid his friend as best he could, and wound up having him die in his arms. Very emotional.

Most of his Trancers work is done. I may not see him again while in Romania, but we part friends… although if we’re on the same set on another film, I’ll probably be watching my back…

MAY 18–An off day. I spend a portion of the day shopping, with the aid of a guide assigned by the production office. His name is Adrian. Adrian brings me to various stores in Bucharest. I can’t find anything made in Romania. Turkey, England, Italy, yes, but not Romania. Adrian tells me I wouldn’t want anything made in Romania, so shoddy is the workmanship.

Adrian dreams of taking his wife and child and moving to America. He tells me that if he could spend the next five years of his life in the United States, he would die happy. It’s a remarkable comment on his desire to get out of Romania. We drive past people lined up about thirty deep… for milk. There’s another line elsewhere of similar length, for bread. I can walk into a 7-11, in and out, in two minutes, buying whatever brand of milk or bread I feel like, and these people have to devote as much as five hours to a similar purchase, with no choice. Here it is. Your bread. Your milk. What kind of milk or bread? You’re kidding.

It harkens to another conversation I had with another young employee, Dragos, two days previously. He’s twenty years old. He’s an artist, who loves to do fashion designing. He wants to come to America to make his fortune. But he’s stuck where he is. He estimates the cost of an air ticket, plus visa, will take him about ten years to earn. By that time he’ll be thirty: Not quite as easy to start a new life as when he’s twenty. Plus he needs someone to sponsor him. In America, people dream of fame, fortune. In Romania, people dream of America. One major step removed, a xerox of a xerox. The picture that much faded, its definition vague.

He asks me, out of curiosity, how long it takes me to earn $1000. I lie, telling him I have no idea. “Six months?” he asks. I nod, knowing that the true answer is more like a fraction of that time. I try to explain that even though pay is higher in the States, everything costs more, too. That doesn’t seem to matter to him. Maybe he can’t quite comprehend it. All he cares about is his dream… a dream he very likely will never achieve.

I want to tell him I’ll help him. Write a check to cover airfare and visa. Say that I’ll sponsor him. I could help him. I could do it in a heartbeat.

But then there’s Adrian and his family. Or any of the half-dozen other Romanians I’ve spoken to, who have expressed similar desire. How can I say, “I’ll help this person, but not that one”? Feeling like I’m carrying a guilty secret, I tell him that I hope it all works out for him.

It serves as a reminder of how lucky I am. I’ve reached a certain station in life because of happenstance. I have a God-given talent, and I was born in the right place at the right time. Right now in Romania may be writers and artists who could leave in the dust everyone presently working in comics. Talented people, dreaming of fame and fortune. And all they will ever have are dreams.

MAY 19–I’m spiraling downward, from people with hopeless dreams to people with no dreams.

We have moved to our first location shooting, and there are no chairs anywhere for the cast. I commandeer a driver to take me to a department store, where we can buy some folding chairs.

Outside the department store, I spot a beggar. Not a “homeless person” or an “indigent” or any name that takes the sting out of it. A beggar. At first I don’t comprehend what I’m seeing. The old man is wearing his shirt open, and appears to have a flesh-colored snake around his shoulder, moving and twitching spasmodically. My guide is not getting too close. I stay back, pull out my camera and zoom in so that I can understand what I’m viewing.

Most of his right arm is gone. The bare flesh is flapping around like a bony kite stuck on a tree.

I’m on autopilot. I snap his picture, feeling unclean, and go over and put 500 lei in his box to try and wash myself.

We go into the department store, take the escalator to the third floor. As we pass the second, I can’t believe what I see.

A child, a girl, somewhere between five and eight years old, is following her mother, calling after her. Her skin is dark. She might have been beautiful, if given a chance.

She is on her knees. Walking on her knees.

Sort of.

Her legs don’t bend back. They are bent forward, at the knees.

Her body is teetering at about an 80 degree angle, like a Gumby or a collapsing marionette. She half-pulls, half-shuffles along, sliding on her calves.

My guide sees what I’ve spotted. His face is impassive.

“What the hëll is wrong with her?” I whisper. Grasping at the only explanation I can, I say, “Chernobyl?”

“Gypsies,” he replies.

I don’t understand, and tell him so.

“You see a lot of gypsy children like that,” he explains. “When they’re a few months old, sometimes their parents break their knees or their elbows, or put out an eye. They figure it will help them make more money when they beg.”

I nod.

We are looking at chairs, but I’m picturing a child who looks like my eight-year-old daughter, walking on reversed knees, calves scraping along the floor making sounds like sandpaper. We are buying the chairs, but I’m picturing a baby who looks like the smiling one waiting for me at home, howling as a mallet or a sledge hammer or maybe a jagged rock shatters her joints.

We get the chairs, and go out a different exit. There’s another gypsy child, begging. A boy. His legs go the wrong way. I’m in a Stephen King novel and can’t close it. I take his picture from behind, unable to face him.

I buy a case of Coke for the cast, get back into the van, and almost break down.

I return to the set but am unable to remain. I can’t get into filming make believe. A number of off-duty cast members are going into town. I go with them.

We see no more Roger Corman-esque children. But there is one boy, begging, who is being yanked to his feet by his father, yelling at the boy and clearly prepared to cuff him because however much money he might have taken in to that point, it obviously wasn’t enough.

Clabe Hartley, who portrays our main villain, is watching. Clabe has a stone-cold dangerous stare. Clearly he’s considering whether or not to make a move. Clabe’s in terrific shape, versed in various fighting techniques; he could take the guy apart. The problem is that Clabe would wind up in jail, and the child would wind up in traction or on a slab when his father got through taking out his humiliation on the boy.

I’m not sure whether the father is aware Clabe is observing him. Perhaps he is, because abruptly he settles for yanking the boy to his feet and dragging him away. Clabe paces him for half a block, moving like a panther, still weighing options, before slowing and turning away.

There’s nothing he can do.

Nothing anyone can do.

The boy was walking properly, and had two eyes and two ears.

I find myself wondering whether he still will meet all those conditions tomorrow.

Thoughts of concerts and practical jokes and nice dinners and the magic of movies are a million miles away. I wish I were a million miles away as well.

God, get me the hëll out of here.

MAY 20–I watch my last day of shooting. A major sword duel is fought between heroine Shaleen (Terri Ivens) and villainous Lucius (Mark Arnold). It’s breathtaking. As the actors go through take after take, they reach deeper into hidden reserves: grunting, howling, almost cursing as they slam together, swords clanging. Mark Arnold’s Lucius smug and assured, Terri Ivens’ Shaleen feral and dangerous. It’s a good match. If I hadn’t written the script, I’d say it could go either way. At one point, though, Mark’s sword slips and scrapes Terri’s fingers. A halt is called as an essentially unhurt Terri is patched up, but Mark looks grief-stricken. After all, the Brandon Lee tragedy is still fairly fresh, and avoiding accidents is high on everyone’s minds.

I see my first dailies. “Dailies” are supposed to be film that was shot the previous day and is being viewed the next shooting day. But because film is being shipped to Los Angeles for developing and then being returned to Romania, the process is just a tad longer. “Tri-weeklies” would be more like it.

Nevertheless, I’m impressed by what I see. Adolfo’s meticulous lighting has paid off. The lighting is moody and consistent. And the sets don’t look like sets. They look like rooms.

In short, the whole thing is starting to look like a movie.

Who would’ve thought it?

I have dinner with the cast this night, since it’s my last night with them. They’ve developed into a solid family unit. They are working extremely well together. Not a single one is copping an attitude. It’s good to see that happiness.

I needed to see it.

But it doesn’t make the wrong-legged children go away. I don’t think anything ever will.

MAY 21–I have plenty of lei from my per diem left over, since I hardly spent any of it. The producers have told me that it’s mine to do with as I wish; they don’t want or need it back. I can’t transfer it to U.S. dollars. So I start giving away huge tips to various folks in the hotel. They’re gaping as I’m handing them thousands of lei and saying “Here. Take it.” It’s useless to me, and besides, you’re not allowed to take more than 5000 lei (about seven bucks) out of the country.

I have a suspicion I’m handing these people as much money as they make in a couple of months.

At the airport, they run a metal detector. It stops at my wallet, and the security guy taps my side pocket, indicating I should remove it. “That’s not metal,” I say quietly. He taps it again. I pull it out and hand it to him. He flips through the billfold, finds maybe 200 lei. He makes a sound of loud annoyance. Obviously, he was hoping to find more. I’d heard that security guards at the airport regularly pocket any money over the 5000 limit. Sorry I couldn’t oblige.

I sleep on the plane, and dream of crippled children.

[Oldtimer]

Update:




Looks like possible good news?

They're just too afraid to outright say the game will feature shitskins, because they know what the reaction of the fanbase will be, but still can't help but gloat about it.

Anyone that would willingly spend time around gypsies, or defend their continued existence, is not a human being.

A little harsh, but not that far from the truth... Gypsies are a kind of their own.