Well, let me tell ya ’bout this Dragon’s Dogma 2 ending, ya hear? It ain’t simple like plantin’ corn, that’s for sure. This here game, it’s got more twists and turns than a snake in a hot skillet. Just like that first one, they say.
Now, from what I gathered, listenin’ to them youngsters yappin’, there’s three ways this whole thing can end. Three! Can ya believe it? More complicated than makin’ a good pot of stew, I swear.
The Bad Endin’, Like Spoiled Milk
So, the first endin’, the bad one, it happens if you get cold feet. Yeah, you heard me right. If you chicken out and don’t wanna face that big ol’ dragon, well, that’s it. Game over. Like runnin’ away from a fight with a rooster, you just end up lookin’ foolish. Ain’t nothin’ good comes from runnin’, I always say. Facing your problems is the only way to go, even if it’s a scary dragon.
- Don’t fight the dragon? Bad news.
- End of story. Nothin’ more to it.
The Good Endin’, Like a Harvest Feast
Now, the good endin’, that’s where it gets interestin’. You gotta be brave, gotta fight that dragon. And not just fight it, you gotta beat it! Whip its tail good and proper. Then, and only then, you get to be the big cheese, the Sovran they call it. Sit on the throne, wear the crown, all that fancy stuff. Like bein’ the queen of the county fair, but with more responsibility and less pie.
- Beat the dragon. That’s number one.
- Become the Sovran. That’s the ticket.
- Happy ever after, or somethin’ like that.
The Tricky Endin’, Like a Fox in the Henhouse
But hold yer horses, there’s more. See, there’s this other endin’, the tricky one. This is where it gets confusing, like tryin’ to understand why them city folk pay so much for ripped-up jeans. This endin’, it’s all about that “Cycle” thing they keep talkin’ about. Somethin’ about dragons and chosen ones and doin’ it all over again.
If you decide you’ve had enough of this dragon-slayin’ business, if you say “no” to this whole Cycle thing… well, that’s when things get real weird. It sounds to me like you’re breakin’ the rules, messin’ with the way things are supposed to be. Like tryin’ to plant potatoes in the middle of winter, it just ain’t right.
What’s this “Cycle” Anyways?
Now, this Cycle, from what I can gather, it’s like this: the dragon shows up, causes trouble, you fight it, you win, you become the boss, and then… well, then it happens all over again with someone new. Like the seasons, always changin’, always comin’ back around. Seems like a lot of trouble if you ask me. Why can’t folks just live in peace and tend to their farms?
Makin’ Sense of it All
So, to sum it all up, you got three choices: run away like a scaredy-cat, become the big boss, or say “no” to the whole darn thing and see what happens. Sounds like a lot of work to me. Give me a good day of churning butter over fighting dragons any day.
It’s like when you’re baking a cake. You can take it out of the oven too early and it’s all gooey and gross (that’s the bad ending). Or you can bake it just right and have a delicious cake (that’s the good ending). Or… and this is where it gets weird… you can throw the whole batter out the window and say “I don’t want no cake!” (that’s the tricky ending). What happens then? I don’t rightly know, maybe the chickens get a feast, maybe the townsfolk get mad, who can say?
I tell ya, these youngsters and their fancy games. Back in my day, entertainment was watchin’ the chickens peck at the ground and gossiping with the neighbours. But, I guess everyone has their own ways of havin’ fun. Just remember, face your dragons, whatever they may be, and don’t be afraid to make your own choices, even if they ain’t the easy ones. And if all else fails, well, there’s always a good piece of cornbread and a cup of strong tea to make you feel better. That’s my advice for ya.
The Endin’… or is it?
Now, they say there might be even more to it than that, hidden secrets and whatnot. But honestly, my head’s spinnin’ just thinkin’ about it. Three endings is more than enough for an old woman like me. You youngsters can go on and figure out the rest. Me? I’m gonna go sit on the porch and watch the sunset. That’s an endin’ I can understand.
