If someone's an MMO player, then Star Wars: The Old Republic (or SWTOR, or 'sweater' as my wife calls it) is well worth the cash. You don't need me to tell you that.
But one of the coolest 'little' things in the game is one of the Bounty Hunter powers. See, they get to load different kinds of power cell in their blasters, which give them more firepower or combustion or what have you. But one of those cells you earn is 'Combat Support.' Which among other things lets you shoot healing into your allies. Literally. Twin guns blazing, shot after shot making them progressively better, with all the sounds of blaster fire and ammunition ringing all around you.
And that? Is awesome.
If they made .357 Magnum round ammunition full of Vicodin, Bactine and Antibiotics, I'd walk around shooting people all day. They'd have to have a meeting where they needed to figure out if they had to give me the death penalty for a shooting spree or a civic award for providing medicine for so many in such a timely fashion. And if they decided to arrest me, I'd hole up in a clock tower, looking down on the police and the crowd, and dramatically shoot myself in the head after a long impassioned speech. Then immediately I'd spring up, shout "I feel so much better now," and giggle until the SWAT team took me down.
But one of the coolest 'little' things in the game is one of the Bounty Hunter powers. See, they get to load different kinds of power cell in their blasters, which give them more firepower or combustion or what have you. But one of those cells you earn is 'Combat Support.' Which among other things lets you shoot healing into your allies. Literally. Twin guns blazing, shot after shot making them progressively better, with all the sounds of blaster fire and ammunition ringing all around you.
And that? Is awesome.
If they made .357 Magnum round ammunition full of Vicodin, Bactine and Antibiotics, I'd walk around shooting people all day. They'd have to have a meeting where they needed to figure out if they had to give me the death penalty for a shooting spree or a civic award for providing medicine for so many in such a timely fashion. And if they decided to arrest me, I'd hole up in a clock tower, looking down on the police and the crowd, and dramatically shoot myself in the head after a long impassioned speech. Then immediately I'd spring up, shout "I feel so much better now," and giggle until the SWAT team took me down.