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SH2: 'three hangers'-fight plank strategies. This is footage from a single fight during which I finally beat all the hangers. Played on hard.
(More) This is footage from a single fight during which I finally beat all the hangers. Played on hard.
At the beginning of the fight I followed a strategy of luring one hanger into trying to strangle me, then backing away and doing one strong hit with the plank. If it missed then James was unequivocally screwed, as it takes some time for him to recover from his plank-attack and the strangle reaches him from surprisingly far away.
At the second part, when the third hanger came about, I resorted to using the same weapon strafe motion I used to attack the dual PH's on normal. It's great because it's not auto-targeting - auto-targeting causes James to either go berserk under a hanger or hug a wall, in most cases getting himself strangled quickly. Unfortunately this kind of strafe isn't stable, making him suddenly steer to auto-targeting mode at times. When this happens you have to run a lap and then just start again... at least this method is safe, as their strangles won't hit and their kick doesn't usually either. But the fight takes over 15 minutes. Oh well.
At the end of the fight something strange happened. The last hanger didn't try to hit me anymore... I'm not sure if they naturally do that or what. (Less)
Porphyria's Lover A one time performance during the 5th Annual Dead Poets Slam at Sarah Lawrence College on Thursday, (More) A one time performance during the 5th Annual Dead Poets Slam at Sarah Lawrence College on Thursday, November 9, 2006 at 8:00 pm in the Reisinger Concert Hall.
From the SLC Event Calendar:
Students will embody and present the work of dead poets in a lively, theatrical context. Performers include: Jade Foster, Jorge Monterrosa, Meg Plunkett, Sonnet Graham, Natalie Park, Shannon Houston, Davin Searls, Hadley Franklin, Molly Jo Gorevan, Emmalea Russo, Lindsey Bontempo, Gary Ploski, John Powell, David Clark, Arielle Narva, Judith Chiriqui, Josh Schneider, Melissa Bayer, Jennifer Hanks, Jake Schneider, and several faculty guests. Poems to be performed include work by Anne Sexton, John Donne, June Jordan, Yehuda Amichai, Marina Tsvetaeva, Miguel Pinero, John Berryman, Frank O'Hara, William Carlos Williams, and others. Organized by Jeffrey McDaniel and Sonnet Graham.
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Porphyria's Lover
By Robert Browning
The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
and did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me--she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!
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