#Uncharted golden abyss

[they-have-the-same-va]

CR-S01 from Trauma Team shares a voice actor with Nathan Drake from the Uncharted series.

Voiced by Nolan North

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Requested by anon

[gamingladies]

"Oh come on... I've been around treasure hunters my entire life - I know that look when I see it."

Marisa Chase | Uncharted: Golden Abyss

[thingsasbarcodes]

Uncharted: Golden Abyss - All Cutscenes

[amythehobbit]

Good finds from Bury Market! 🎮

[pitty-aegis-parlor]

I’ve heard about this place known as The Golden Abyss. From what I know that in the are, the walls are veins of gold and on the floor are many gold coins. Unfortunately every piece of gold is radioactive due to the fact the mountains it’s located in as a large amount of Uranium.

Woah?! An Uncharted reference!? In this day and year!?!!

It’s more likely than you think Pit!

[funkily]

marisa chase (uncharted) stimboard with gold and flowers for @temtv !! i hope shes ok ^_^

🏵🏵🏵|🌹🌹🌹|🌼🌼🌼

[not-those-kids]

uncharted golden abyss full review come and get it

overall: 6.5/10, good, compelling characters with a great haunting of the narrative on behalf of non-existent sam, but bogged down by ooc jokes and quips that gave misogyny and transphobia

i get that it’s not a naughty dog game and not the same writers were working on it

but while it had really great concepts some of the banter didn’t hit the mark enough for me to go lower than a 7. what i love abt all 4 games + ll is the banter. it establishes character very well, makes the audience relate more to the character, but doesn’t overextend it when it doesn’t need to happen (cough marvel). at least in the first four games + tll.

and when the banter is good in ga it’s really good. i loved nate’s dynamic with dante, i love that dante sucked massive shit. and even if sam wasn’t an established character at this time, i could see how his death might’ve influenced nate to work with dante.

dante shoving the fact that nate was basically a nobody who has done nothing WAS SO FUCKING POIGNANT, especially with the undercurrent of the sam haunting the narrative!!!! like fuck!! “what have you done in the last ten years except work pissant jobs for schlubs like me?” WHAT A GREAT LINE, and then nate pointing a gun at him LIKE UGH!!!! imagine ur brother died three or so years ago, and this ASSHOLE just throws it in ur face that you have accomplished NONE of what you wanted to do together. THATS FUCKING COLD AND RAW AND I FUCKING LOVED IT.

and then the dynamic between marisa and nate was great too! she really feeds off nate well, and tbh while i definitely got more of a friendship vibe off of them, i didn’t hate it that there was romantic tension there either. that being said, sometimes. and i mean sometimes. the way nate talked to her rubbed me the wrong way, and not only did it feel ooc for nate but it felt degrading to marisa. it was like having 95% of the cupcakes in the batch being great, and then 5% being either meh or just plain bad. the reason i say this is because i felt like they had a fun dynamic as being both knowledgeable on history, but nate was. somewhat harsh on her for seemingly no reason. sometimes the banter felt like boomer comedy, Oh She’s The Nagging Wife and he’s the Tired Husband.

like here are real quotes from the game from nate that felt ooc and degrading to marisa

“i’m listening… just not paying attention”

[after her foot got stuck under a heavy stone column and nate gets her out of it] “quit your bitchin’” (as a joke)

like even as a joke, it just doesn’t suit nate and it really rubbed me the wrong way. enough to me that those 5% of sour cupcakes in the batch tasted enough bad for me to be like :/

sully was also great in this for 95% of the game and then like. that god damn 5%!!!! like he’s always been a womanizer, but the way he talked abt women in this game was a lil more gross than normal. for me, it always seemed like sully would talk abt his partners, but idk. there was just something lacking in respect in how he talked abt them in this game. like. at the end he jokes abt two girls he finds attractive, at some point pontificating abt a girl’s lips. like which. idk. he’s always been a dirty old man. i just never really heard him talk abt…body parts. he always seemed too polite for that, if that makes sense.

what really drove the nail on the coffin for me was the very final line in the game. nate made a joke abt how sully slept w a woman’s “brother named isabel”. which is just. straight up transphobia meant to be a dig at sully and his masculinity (thank u danger on discord for putting my brain thoughts into words). and it’s just so!!! ew!!! don’t assign my nathan as a transphobe. canon disregarded and thrown away. thanks.

but again like i said, MOST of the banter was good. i love that nate was a lil environmentalist, and he’s still good at heart and you can tell. dante is 1000% the best pre uc4 antagonist FOR SURE, i will always remember how he understood nathan and used it against him and i just. ugh. i kinda wanna like him more than rafe is that crazy?

anyways. it just had some lil Written By Men moments that made me feel icky enough to rate it lower bc of that. but besides that, a lot of fun. cant rate it higher than uc1, but again. would watch again just for the dante and nate banter.

[unchartedperils]

Wish she had this orange shirt a tad more or…or…hear me out: imagine if she was Nate’s main companion in addition to or in place of Marisa Chase in Uncharted: Golden Abyss.

Could’ve been her game where her and Nate really establish their relationship in the couple years before their break up just before Uncharted 1.

So what did I do? I wrote an AU-Fix It-Crossover of Golden Abyss. Will leave the fandom it crosses over with a surprise but if you don’t mind more darkfic goodness plus of course want to see Nate and Chloe, you’ll enjoy it.

Contains acts of non con and rape plus toilet humor and forced to smell in addition to strong-derogatory language, violent action with blood and gore, major character death, and mentioning of drugs as amongst the major tags. If this isn’t your thing, DO NOT PROCEED. Otherwise, enjoy.

Also as with Finding Ubar, Samuel’s Fortune, Drake’s Damsels, and Ransom’d Reporter, it is UNOFFICIALLY FINISHED. So if possible please excuse the likely errors and corrections needed to be made at some point. 😄

🎮 Uncharted 2: Among Thieves

[g4zdtechtv]

X-Play & AOTS Classic - PlayStation Vita Preview & Review

Sony's little handheld that could.

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[tteokdoroki]

the consequences of constellations izuku midoriya ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!

⋆˙ᝰ about ! you’re in love with your best friend and you’re sleeping with him too… so you count the constellation-like freckles on his back to cope with the idea that he doesn’t love you in the same way. ( 2K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, suggestive, smut, angst. characters aged up to 20s, friends with benefits, unrequited love, mutual pining sorta, experimental piece, i wanted to play around with metaphors to do with space, fem!reader, pro hero!deku.

how do you always end up back here?

the answer remains a mystery to you, really. out of all the things that human-kind are capable of, their powers and prettiness, their strength and their stamina — even their knowledge used to invent the space shuttle that traverses the wonders of the uncharted starry abyss…and you still end up here. 

you always end up in the same place — amongst the crumpled linen of pro hero deku’s one bedroom condo. it’s high up enough that it just touches the skyline, it dips past the surface of powder blue skies into the inky black canvas of night to which you find yourself falling victim to sinful touches and muted whispers of pleasure.

it’s the same every time; izuku calls and you answer without hesitation — come rain or shine. you’ll often tumble past the threshold of his apartment with regret and pain pushed to the back of your mind because you’d much rather kiss him and taste the cigarette ash on his tongue in the moment than think logically or have some sense about you. in your world, there’s no better feeling in the world than deku’s masterful, scarred hands spanning out against the base of hour spine or napping out your curves. nothing beats the euphoric high you get from his hips smacking against yours almost in tune with the beat of his heart. 

he pulls you into his orbit. he places himself at the centre of your universe. he fills you up both physically and mentally to the point where every inch of your body and every corner of your heart is overcome with a scorching need for izuku midoriya, like you’ve been engulfed by the sun, it tingles at the tips of your toes and fingers to the top of your head. when he moans your name after every orgasm you share together desire lights up within you like a solar flare — you feel special, desired and maybe even loved.

but this is just sex.

it’s always been just sex, especially to izuku.

there’s a risk in allowing yourself to believe it could ever be anything more, and yet, you can’t stop yourself from indulging in this sweet fantasy every time you end up tangled in the pro hero’s expensive sheets. how could you not when he fucks you like you’re the only woman he’s ever loved. 

playing pretend in your head while he sends shooting stars of ecstasy across your line of sight.

shame and regret always hits you like a truck right after — forcing you to deal with the derailing reality that is loving someone who doesn’t want you back and sleeping with them just to get close enough to that feeling of adoration. it’s bad in the morning, but worse at night after deku has cleaned you up with a tender touch and tucked you in for some sleep — rolled onto his side as his own breathing evens out and his consciousness floats away into the depths of deep, empty space. 

you think that he’s still sleeping when the constellations of honey brown freckles on his back begin to blur and your vision swims from unshed tears and you curl in on yourself. claw marks and crescent moons from your perfectly trimmed nails have left their mark on his golden skin, etched between sun-spotted freckles and a collection of faded battle scars — if you look close enough, one might mistake the surface level wounds you’ve left on deku’s body as an attempt at scratching through the space-time continuum to be closer to him. 

izuku stays awake, hoping that you’ll find the strength to get up and leave him so that he doesn’t  have to turn around and pretend to love you again. though, there’s a selfish wish rooted in the back of his mind, longing for you to stay. for you to play make believe for a little longer, to wish upon the North Star and beg for some kind of grace from god — hoping that izuku midoriya will love you some way, somehow. 

he’ll fake it for as long as he can, if it means being the only person to touch you and hold you and kiss you. he’ll pretend to rip every star in the sky for you and breathe false affection past your lips with every kiss if it means he can replace the pain in your lungs and help you breathe a little easier. because in his own twisted way, izuku cares about your feelings…at least to some degree. he’d rather pretend than end things right here, right now. maybe that’s his saviour complex and his instinctual, dire need to save people who doesn’t need saving. 

maybe it’s because this little arrangement has gone on for far too long, to the point where he can’t tell what hurts you or what doesn’t.

when the bulking pro hero shifts beneath the linen sheets, you hand bolts out to grab him — and, as if you’re protecting the embers of a dying flame, a fading star between your fingers, you pull him back into your chest. grasping onto him, holding out for something. you’re afraid that if you let go, izuku will disappear into space’s abyss and you might never get to have him like this again. another selfish wish. this time from you, not from him. 

don’t go. you want to tell him. don’t fizzle away. you want to say. you know that it’s wrong to want to keep someone you can’t, who won’t love you, around. it’s testament to how much respect you have for yourself, how much self worth you have. which, from the looks of it, is little to none. you feel like you might die without izuku, even if what you have of him is so little. a plant with a crane its neck reaching for even the tiniest bit of sunlight to grow… that’s how you feel about izuku’s…affections for you. even if it’s not real love, you still yearn for it and blossom underneath it. even if you should let him go because you love him, you don’t want to.

out of fear that he may not come back. 

when izuku says your name, whispers it into the black hole of the night — he treats it as if it’s made of gold. the syllables heavy on his tongue, weighing it down with a force of gravity. “are you awake?” he adds, despite feeling the shake of your limbs behind him from crying. he speaks slow and tender, the gravel of the early morning still in his voice. 

your breath hitches warmly against his bare back like a mist over his sun spotted freckles. “no.” a dishonest answer that would have given you away instantly had the evergreen haired hero not already been up and listening to you cry. you sound strained, stuffy and he knows your pretty eyes are probably a putrid red and that there’s snot stains left in tracks on his satin sheets. and maybe, if he loved you like he should — this wouldn’t have happened, he wouldn’t feel so much guilt to the point where he feels sick to his stomach.

loving you is dangerous territory, like a trip to the uncharted parts of deep dark space. the concept alone is terrifying enough to send icy blood through izuku midoriya’s veins where he’s usually so hopeful and fearless. if he lets himself, for even a second, fall in love with you — there would be a chance your life would change for the worse, a chance that you wouldn’t be able to bare the long nights without him or the weeks where he’s gone. you hardly see deku now, how would you cope when he’s finally yours but too far away from you to touch. you could be in the same bed and he would still be light years away, galaxies ahead of your own train of thought because he is constantly thinking of who and how to save next.

not to mention the very fact that his existence is a threat to your livelihood, with villains lurking around every corner just waiting for a chance to make the number one weak…

…loving izuku midoriya would be like standing still in the middle of a hurricane on jupiter. 

no one would be able to withstand the largest storm in the universe, not even you, and the strength you find in loving izuku. 

still, you’re a liar and izuku knows it. even if he’s not supposed to. the bed creaks beneath his weight as he rolls over to face you, freckled cheek sinking into the cotton hills on his pillows as he finally sets his emerald sights on you. “you must be dreaming then,” he laughs fondly through his nose when he speaks, bringing a thumb up from underneath the duvet to swipe away your drying tears. the ones you tried so desperately to hide. water doesn’t fall in out space, it drifts endlessly and becomes a liquid with no form. izuku wishes you weren’t crying over him. 

shrugging, you lean into the man’s touch, letting deku cup your cheeks and trace your smile lines that don’t seem so smiley anymore. the early morning moonlight ( the sun has yet to rise ), illuminates the stars in his mossy eyes that practically plead for you to let go, and your heart lurches painfully. he feels sorry for you. “i hope so.” comes your tired whisper. embarrassed and heartbroken, you look away and tuck your face under the duvet — chin brushing your naked shoulders, skin bare and bitten and bruised from the night before. “if i am, i don’t want to wake up.” 

“what happens in your dreams?” capturing your chin between his fingers, izuku tilts your gaze over to him — inquisitive, cautious as if you’re an alien life form and he’s trying his best not to scare you away. he doesn’t quite understand you, why you keep returning to him , only to find yourself naked, vulnerable and heartbroken the next day. 

“you love me back, i think. we’re more than what we are right now.”

bitter selfishness tacks itself to the back of your throat like bile — you know that you’re being unkind and greedy to izuku by voicing your thoughts out loud, begging him for even the tiniest slither of love but what’s worse is the lack of compassion for yourself. the endless torture you inflict on your being just waiting for the number one hero to maybe love you back. 

in away, it makes you deserving of one another. whatever it is that the two of you have is no healthier than a pack of cheap cigarettes from the combini at the top of the road. a nicotine addiction that neither of you seem to be able to quit. humming into the moonlit void, deku brushes a thumb over your streaked, pudgy cheek — tracing the tear stains and the tracks left by the lines in the pillowcase. 

his eyes shimmer like the Milky Way on a clear night as he looks at you, strands of longing twisting within the vibrant green flecks in midoriya’s eyes. it must be lonely for him out there — he’s in another universe of his own and you can hardly compare to or comprehend it. “are you still dreaming?” he asks.

reaching up, you grab his wrist from underneath the covers — feeling his pulse beat steadily underneath the pad of your thumb. “i hope so.” you repeat your words from earlier, lashes fluttering against your cheeks — heart pounding. 

“then i’ll love you how you like,” midoriya agrees, masking his sadness with his signature hero smile. the one he uses to let the people he saves know that everything will be okay. even when it’s not. izuku treats you like a damsel in distress and maybe you are. you need saving from yourself, from him and he knows it. you both do. “at least until you wake up.” 

nodding, you close your eyes and lock off the rest of your senses — listening to only the sounds your steady breathing mingling in your own personal pocket of space. time freezes for the two of you, you don’t know how many light years it’s been before you speak again — but izuku’s warmth is still there, still enveloping you like the brilliant rays of the sun at the centre of your universe. he doesn’t dare cast you out into the icy cold of space. not yet.

“then i’ll try to keep dreaming, i’m not ready to wake up just yet.” comes your quiet voice as you lean forward to press your forehead against izuku’s freckled one.

not yet.

he exhales, deep and sad, but cups your face a little tighter and draws you in a little closer. “me either, not yet.” 

not yet. together, wrapped up in one another, the two of you decide that you'll stay lost in the web of constellations for a little bit longer. 

not yet.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[strange-relics]

I recently managed to acquire a PS Vita and finally got to play Uncharted: Golden Abyss, and now I’m using the opportunity to embark on yet another replay of the other games in chronological order. And that got me thinking:

[homestuck-archive]

Semi-Daily Homestuck Pages:

ROSE: Iss,

ROSE: Prehhhhtay strong I geush?

ROSE: Whups. Guesh?

ROSE: *Guessss.

ROSE: Eheh.

DAVE: pretty strong

DAVE: rose you just bootlegged some fucking rubbing alcohol

ROSE: Pshf. ..

ROSE: Overaeact much?

ROSE: I'm yam completally in command of my faculities.

DAVE: faculity isnt a word check mate

DAVE: this kinda strikes me as a sort of misappropriation of alchemy

DAVE: like fucking with the mystical technology of creation to whip up some moonshine just seems

DAVE: i dunno man

DAVE: tell me you at least alchemized a bathtub first to stir this shit in

DAVE: at least that would be hilarious

ROSE: Iii,

ROSE: Omg, you're right, I messed a golden opportutiny for a puticularly humoroush approach to this endeavor... :(

DAVE: and where the FUCK is my applejuice rose

DAVE: gotta say

DAVE: you really let me down on the aj front

ROSE: I tried!!

ROSE: I tried making it...

ROSE: Is was HARD, Dave.

ROSE: (Sluuurp.)

DAVE: bullshit it was hard

DAVE: whats so hard about applejuice its like

DAVE: the most basic goddamn juice

DAVE: like the square one of juice

ROSE: Yes, tha's the POINT!

ROSE: Apples are stalartingly difficulf to reproduce.

ROSE: We take for granned our ability to take idealized intsances ofeven quie comlicated objects and conshure them from the void.

ROSE: But compalexity implies a heavilly recombinatife nature.. So.. so many things are synesthized from a series of mushh simpler ideas!

ROSE: To those ennities capable of, of conceshualization and absraction, an apple is as closed to being a noshushnally irredushible object as it gets....

ROSE: Ahem. *Notionally,

ROSE: **Irr, ed, ducible.

ROSE: Tell me, hoch shot, what ideas would you combide to make and apple?

DAVE: uh

ROSE: Exaaalley/.

ROSE: Thusis why apples are sush indivisible symbols, when it comes to thefield of ideas and their reducshunistHIC!!!!! reductionishtic essence from the perispective of humans in paticular.

ROSE: Both from a stantpoint of cultrulal and mytholurgical singificence,, and from a pratical one a swell, if you happen to fine yourself acshualy trying to ENGINEEEer one.

ROSE: Why do you thing, HIC!!! Why do you think Adam mand Eve were punished for biting in to one??

ROSE: They attemped to pentetrate an indivisible unit, uf fundamenetal knowledge. To consume the interior of a thought whish cantot be reduced any further.

ROSE: This knowleshe was for BIDDEN..! Hic. So humanity was forever bandished to live in sin, and, hass strive ever sinse to redeem isself from the hubrinse of this innallectual foily.

ROSE: Hahaha! , Foily.

ROSE: *FOLLY. :)

ROSE: Or what about, the tale of Isaac Newdon under the tree?? He was BONKED on the head by an apple.

ROSE: Not reallyan apple though... an atomic idea. An emlemental unit of inspripation itself, id clocked him right on then noggin.

ROSE: And this indivisible notion colliding with hish awareness, much like.. . a high speed partical fired to create a nuculear chain reacation, jarred from the void a more profund unnerstand, HIC, ing of the intrinsic nature of nothiness. Thatis,. Gravivitation.

ROSE: Of course thess stories are acutually bullshit. They didn't happen in realaity. But thef act that they'rare bullshit makes them more inshresting.

ROSE: Men have crefted many stories that are bullshit out of symbols risen from the abyss of coinsciousness withou necesharily knowing whath e fuck they were doing or saying, as they flounered around for some truth.

ROSE: Bust in spite of themseleves they would for howefer briefly cross through a ray of light regarless. Becuss of the sbymbols. Dave.. The symbols hol dall the power.

DAVE: well shit

DAVE: looks like i wandered into a really weird uncharted side of town tonight

DAVE: its called the drunk rose district

DAVE: and i am scared out of my fucking mind

ROSE: For a guay whos's supposedly, an I quote, "so cool,"

ROSE: You relly are almost comically up tight.

ROSE: Here, why don't you have some...

DAVE: no!

ROSE: What a prune.

ROSE: *Prude.

ROSE: Hic.

DAVE: i told you i dont want any of your experimental fucking spacewizard booze

DAVE: id rather not go blind

DAVE: then terezi will have to teach me to lick shit to see

DAVE: is that what you want do you want me licking everything in sight

DAVE: like oh hey mayor SLURP oh fuck youre

ROSE: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ;D

10/25/11

[drakenathan]

since theres a rumor about a new game and naughty dog saying theyre done w the series (fuck them) thats my first pool yall clap

[sntslomidzes]

case     file          :          lomidze     ,     ezra         , my  god  whose  performance   am   i   watching   

associations          :          clan lomidze

unknown    ,     unknown          what     is     this     space     between     myself     and     myself

Name: Ezra Lomidze, Unknown if birth name

Occupation: Heir of the Lomidze Clan

Age: Appears 24, True Age Unknown (1,800+).

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Vampire

Clan/Pack/Coven?: Lomidze

Hometown: Unknown

Relationship Status: Single

Personality Traits: unstable, reckless, impulsive, loyal, friendly, easy-going

Biography -

TW Violence, Maddness, Blood, Blood Drinking, Murder, Child Neglect

Long ago, within the enigmatic confines of an ancient and nameless town, there existed a figure cloaked in the shadows of obscurity - Ezra, the youngest offspring of a lineage steeped in the mists of antiquity. Born unto humble yet revered parents, he emerged into the world as a harbinger of mischief, his presence imbued with the tantalizing allure of youthful exuberance.

Nestled amidst the bosom of his familial abode, Ezra's formative years unfolded in the tranquil embrace of pastoral serenity, his days punctuated by the lilting melody of laughter and the whispered secrets of the wind. Yet, despite the idyllic facade that enveloped his existence, a rough spirit roiled within his breast, a spirit that yearned for the intoxicating thrill of adventure.

Charming yet mischievous, Ezra roamed the dirt streets of his ancestral habitat with the carefree abandon of youth, his jokes a source of alarm for his stern father yet a source of delight for his doting kin. In the tumultuous arena of boyhood, he reveled in the rough-and-tumble company of his peers, his fists oft raised in playful defiance yet his heart stirred by a profound sense of empathy for those less fortunate than himself.

Ezra would often swim in the crystal-clear waters of the river, his bronzed form gleaming beneath the golden rays of the sun. But there existed a shadowy specter that lurked in the recesses of his subconscious - the ineffable allure of the unknown, beckoning him forth into the uncharted depths of destiny's embrace.

As the tendrils of youth ensnared his consciousness, Ezra found himself standing on the precipice of manhood, his youthful exuberance tempered by the weight of burgeoning responsibility. It was in this crucible of change that fate intervened with the capricious whims of a fickle deity, forever altering the trajectory of his mortal coil.

For it was on a moonlit eve, amidst the whispering embrace of twilight's embrace, that Ezra's life was forever changed by the touch of a creature of the night - a vampiric harbinger of eternal darkness. Unlike his sisters, who embraced their newfound immortality with a grace befitting their station, Ezra recoiled in horror at the monstrous visage that stared back at him from the looking glass, his sanity unraveling beneath the weight of insatiable bloodlust.

Transformed into a feral beast, driven by primal instincts that lay dormant within the recesses of his psyche, Ezra descended into the abyssal depths of madness, his once-innocent soul consumed by the ravenous hunger that gnawed at his very essence. No longer a boy of flesh and bone, he became a creature of the night, a remorseless predator stalking the shadows in search of sustenance.

His sisters, paragons of grace and elegance within the hallowed halls of vampire society, assumed the mantle of guardianship over their wayward sibling, their love for him eclipsing even the darkest depths of his corruption. Bound by ties that transcended the boundaries of blood, they stood as sentinels against the encroaching tide of madness that threatened to consume him whole.

Through time, Ezra's name became synonymous with terror and dread, his legend whispered in hushed tones amongst the denizens of the night. Yet, amidst the crimson tide of carnage that marked his passage through history, there existed a flicker of humanity - a glimmer of light that shone amidst the suffocating darkness of his existence.

For in the depths of his tortured soul, there burned a flame of undying devotion to his sisters, a flame that illuminated the path forward through the stygian labyrinth of his own descent into madness. And though his mind may be forever ensnared within the maelstrom of nonsense, his heart remained steadfast in its unwavering loyalty to those who had stood by his side through the darkest of nights.

Today, Ezra wanders the streets of the modern world, a relic of a dead era thrust into the tumultuous embrace of a new age. Though his understanding of technology may be scant, the boundless wonders of the human world serve as a source of endless fascination for the enigmatic creature that he has become, his eyes alight with a childlike wonder that belies the ancient wisdom that lies dormant within his immortal soul. And though he may forever be a prisoner of his own darkest impulses, his sisters stand as beacons of hope amidst the encroaching shadows, their love serving as a lifeline amidst the tempestuous tempest that rages within his breast.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

WC His sisters. They are both much older than him, and have always been like mothers to him, since theirs died during his birth.

Humans/Witches/Werewolves he is fascinated with, especially bartenders

Friends

Enemies

People he turned

Ex-Lovers

[askagamedev]

I was recently replaying the Uncharted collection and I got to wondering why a studio/publisher would ever stop working on a successful franchise. Uncharted sold 4, 7, 6 (+5 for the legacy collection) million for the first 3 installments, then 15 million for the 4th. What data could they use to just drop the franchise (movie performance notwithstanding)?

When the studio leadership has a stellar record and wants to work on something else, publishing executives usually let them. Uncharted was a very successful franchise, but it wasn't Naughty Dog's first game franchise or first major franchise success. Naughty Dog was responsible for both Crash Bandicoot and the Jak & Daxter series before Uncharted, as well as the Last of Us games that ND built while working on Uncharted. If ND wants to build something else that's cool and the pitch isn't insane, Sony is very likely to let them do what they want since they keep delivering great games.

The last thing Sony wants is to push too many of ND's developers to jump ship because they get tired of working on the same franchise over and over. It's normal for some studios to keep working on the same thing year in and year out, but creatives like game developers will eventually want to stretch their creative muscles beyond the things they've always been good at. If the publishers refuse to let them, it can hurt morale and drive out the veterans who have been there the longest and have accumulated the most franchise fatigue. That's really bad since they're also the ones with all the accumulated tribal knowledge of the franchise and its systems.

Uncharted is too valuable a franchise to leave fallow even if Naughty Dog leadership doesn't want to continue working on it. What is likely to happen (or may already be happening) is that Sony is probably looking for a new studio to take up the mantle of developing the Uncharted franchise under some of Naughty Dog's senior leadership supervision in order to maintain a strong level of quality while the rest of ND works on whatever it is they want to build next. This is what Sony and ND did for Uncharted: Golden Abyss, which was built by Sony's Bend studio with ND supervision.

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