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A few weeks ago I polled the crowd for a review on the WLC - world's Largest City. Never got any real replies of substance. Then, I find this GEM on Amazon.com!
Chant the eulogy of all joy , May 20, 2007
By L. Wilhelm II - See all my reviews
(REAL NAME)
The single most amazing aspect of this book is the incredible consistency with which it creates such tributes to shame on each and every page. Indeed the writing skill and style of this text is what we have come to expect from barely literate blue-green algae.
In this book you will not find any world information, overarching plot lines, maps of interior spaces, logic, or reason. Things you will find include special paper designed to absorb the blood and tears of the reader, shallow and stereotypical NPC descriptions with levels chosen to be more extreme than a Mountain Dew commercial, the explicit and sadistically detailed location of every single coin and magic item in the city at all times, and monotonous page art so bleak it would scare the cast of Orwell's 1984.
Editing and formatting problems serve to enhance the books profane aura. Lines of text are occasionally wrapped to the left and right of images for maximum seizure induction and grammatical errors can be found decorating the text with staggering frequency. While a few worthy pieces of art may be found by those adventurous enough to read the entire unholy tome they are on average exceedingly poor and placed in locations which I may only assume make sense in some non-euclidean alternate universe.
On the plus side the book functions as a fairly effective bludgeoning weapon. Also the feeling of joy and liberation one feels when putting down the book is akin to being freed from the Spanish inquisition.
Chant the eulogy of all joy , May 20, 2007
By L. Wilhelm II - See all my reviews
(REAL NAME)
The single most amazing aspect of this book is the incredible consistency with which it creates such tributes to shame on each and every page. Indeed the writing skill and style of this text is what we have come to expect from barely literate blue-green algae.
In this book you will not find any world information, overarching plot lines, maps of interior spaces, logic, or reason. Things you will find include special paper designed to absorb the blood and tears of the reader, shallow and stereotypical NPC descriptions with levels chosen to be more extreme than a Mountain Dew commercial, the explicit and sadistically detailed location of every single coin and magic item in the city at all times, and monotonous page art so bleak it would scare the cast of Orwell's 1984.
Editing and formatting problems serve to enhance the books profane aura. Lines of text are occasionally wrapped to the left and right of images for maximum seizure induction and grammatical errors can be found decorating the text with staggering frequency. While a few worthy pieces of art may be found by those adventurous enough to read the entire unholy tome they are on average exceedingly poor and placed in locations which I may only assume make sense in some non-euclidean alternate universe.
On the plus side the book functions as a fairly effective bludgeoning weapon. Also the feeling of joy and liberation one feels when putting down the book is akin to being freed from the Spanish inquisition.
