The Let's Play Archive


by The Dark Id

Part 7: Episode VII: In Which We Ask "Who Watches the Watchers?"

Episode VII: In Which We Ask "Who Watches the Watchers?"

Verse 4: Despair

Some of these verse preludes tend to be like the "Episode Synopsis" on DVDs of The Wire. I don't need to know Slim Charles and Cheese play hopscotch with Omar when Ziggy Sobotka comes out of fucking nowhere and guns them all down with a Tommy Gun! I haven't even watched the episode yet! Why are you telling me this?!

Time for yet another Event Stage. While it is possible to die in Event stages, you have to really, really suck to do so. All enemies have ridiculously low HP and go down in one or two hits. Unfortunately, they also give only 1XP a piece and don't count toward sword murdering level up (which doesn't matter because only Caim's Sword is auto-equipped.)

A short jog and a dozen dead soldiers later...

Who could have seen this tragedy coming? What? Everyone? Oh well... Inuart is still going to sulk like a nancy about it.

"What shall I do?"

It is worth mentioning that aside from being a clingy ex-boyfriend, Inuart has fuck all official status and there's no real reason anyone should be following his lead whatsoever. Caim and he are supposedly childhood friends. But other than sort of enjoying his singing, there never really is any reason they would ever get along.

A plot device flows through the air...

"No, he has a ham radio operator's license... Of course he has a pact beast. Have you seen the man?!"
"Why are you here again?"

I...what? How does that even work...? How would you...?

Right, let's just glaze over that for a bit. Maybe it's just some odd figure of speech.

As I previously said, Drakengard Europe has really no correlation with the real Europe other than its shape. If I remember correctly, I think the desert in question is around Germany.

Let's be honest here, your initial plan was "Run away and hide in the woods with the elves and hope everything will blow over." Your lack of anything resembling a spine was made abundantly clear when your only contribution to the last battle was pushing over one guy, playing a harp, and singing.

"I like butterflies."

I'm sure this desire for power to protect the goddess will never become an issue later on down the road. No sir.

Yeah, I can still do that no problem. The only thing that isn't working anymore is my voi-oh you mean come along with you! Sure...
"Be glad I am the only one who can hear you..."

Well, that was all very enlightening.

Verse 5: Ominous Words

See, now this is a decent summary. It recaps what had taken place and leaves a little hook on what's to come. It's not that hard to do.

There is roughly two seconds of walking before the cutscene triggers. Why these things don't just start out in the cutscene phase, I will never know.

What's this? The murder of Imperial soldiers by someone besides Caim? Something is clearly afoot.

"Eat not the Watchers.
Smell not the Watchers.
Watch not the Watchers.
Rap not about the Watchers.
Make not political cartoons about the Watchers.
Photoshop not the Watchers.
Make not Wikipedia entries about the Watchers. They would just get deleted anyway."

Another lamer ARG? Probably viral marketing for something.
"I was thinking more along the lines of heavy handed ominous foreshadowing. But, now that you mention it, that does sound rather likely."

Verse 6: Last Words

Caim shrugs off the foreboding warning in lieu of looting razed houses for new weapons. It's not like those elves were going to need it anymore.

At the far end of the village we come across the sole living elf left in the aftermath. And by living, I mean she has one line to move along the plot before dropping dead.

"Barf!" <dies>

If anyone can successfully guess the answer to the Watchers' identity before it is revealed, with no prior knowledge of the game, then they are clearly...completely full of shit.

Weapon Time!

A short sword or heavy dagger with a wavy blade, used by the Malays.

It's fun and educational. Good to know even Drakengard's world has cheap imports from Malaysia.

Iron Meteorite, huh? Drakengard: Where if you can make it sharp, you might as well kill some people with it.

Why does this sound like some story made up on the spot by some second rate blacksmith while trying to pawn off some knife he fucked up making? Damn elves will buy just any BS story thrown their way.

Bonus Content:

Movies -
Inuart Mopes About Elves. Acting!
Link Not to the Watchers