There is not just one type of guard - some have been drinking, some are sleepy, and some are razor-sharp and on edge.
This delivers a truly interesting and innovating aspect to the first-person shooter genre.ĪI in Thief II is improved over the first title and offers some innovative features. Thief II: The Metal Age continues in the spirit of Thief: The Dark Project in that the point is to remain hidden, and in many mission, to not kill anyone. Looking Glass has taken great pains to make Thief II: The Metal Age a title that draws you into the role of Garrett. The storyline is very well done and unfolds through missionn objectives. Suffice to know that this time around, thieving is much more difficult for Garrett. While it would be possible to dilvuge some of the storyline, it truly would ruin the surprises. The fanatical religious Hammerites are still around, and practicing the trade is now a risky business. A new sheriff is in town, and is fed up with thievery. This time around, a year after the original Thief, Garrett finds himself in a town rife with people opposed to his trade. Welcome to the world of Garrett, a thief trained from his childhood by a secret underground society, and a man who single-handedly has stopped both the undead and The Trickster, a god. With a successful nod, Garrett shifted the pack full of loot from the house and made his way towards an open window, curtains blowing in the warm summer air.Ī clean job. With a single blow to the base of the neck, the guard crumpled into a silent heap. Soft-soled shoes hugging the opulent carpet, Garrett rushed towards the man with the ferocity and dexterity of a hunting cat. Emerging from the shadows, he drew a small blunt club from the volumptious folds on his black cloak in one fluid motion. Garrett began breathing again as the guard paced away, continuing his patrol. The third one tonight! We could have taffers crawling through this place.
Shaking his head, he turned around and muttered to himself. Pausing for a second, he intently studied the shadows, his eyes passing completely over the hidden form. Chainmail clinking together, he turned quickly and surveyed the hallway behind him. "Eh?" the startled guard ahead exclaimed in a gruff voice. Slipping his bow and remaining water arrows into the quiver on his back, he melted into the ebony darkness which enveloped the hallway. A small tendril of smoke rose from the torch down the hall as it suddenly extinguished.
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