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Hee hee.
Developers always do that.
Sneak fixes in that they don't put in the patch notes.
Hee hee.0 -
Keiffo✭✭✭There will have been thousands of ninja patches a year from now. They simply don't want people to know certain things were ever in the game.
Several bosses that would grant 1 skill point per kill, a big exploit - it was fixed very fast and never made it into any patch notes. They need to keep that kind of thing out to make the majority of ignorant players think the game is managed better.
It would also save time for ZOS allowing them to work on more important things. Imagine thousands of tickets being sent in by people asking if the exploiters were banned or had those skill points removed.
On a lesser scale, ZOS don't want people who didn't already know vampires are game breakingly OP. They still are, I suspect it's just a quick patch while they work on the actual nerfs.
Also you don't need to know about patches to vampires, it would take a hell of a nerf before you could stop just facerolling your keyboard for kills regardless of your skill. Once vampires are nerfed, stick to zergs if you rely heavily on a broken mechanic.1 -
Branbran✭✭Isn't this a foreign designed/programmed game? I've been thinking it came from one of those EU countries.Winter-Time
by Robert Louis StevensonLate lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.0