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It can, but, there is hoop jumping involved. Most of the creations are an esp/esm/esl, and an archive, or three. Trick would be to move them out of the data folder, zip them up into an archive, then drop the archive into vortex, and have it install them. They would then be managed by vortex.... I don't know if there is an easier way......

If the turrets start firing, it should summon some rangers as well.

For some of 'em, I think we are too late. For others, I question whether they use any of it at all.......

I see it as "Lazy". They can't be bothered to actually READ, and follow instructions, they have to be spoon-fed, and read, and follow instructions. The irony there just cracks me up.

Have fun storming the castle! If I see an injured animal, that is not something I can just ignore.... If there is something I can do for them, I will, even if that is only to end their suffering..... Ewww.. Yeah, sometimes I just don't quite get why dogs eat some of the things they do... Sure, part of it simply because it smells tasty..... and their opinion on that is FAR different from mine..... But, they haven't built up the prejudices since birth that I have either. Yep, there are something that I simply will NOT eat. Put it on a fork or spoon though, and my dogs will happily eat it. Even salad.

What I find absolutely HILARIOUS is, I can't count the number of times I have seen questions asked in the comments, that were answered in the description.... sometimes, in the first couple lines..... Or maybe in the section titled "Install Instructions"..... I came to the conclusion that there are a LOT of folks out there that can't read.....

The only kitten I have seen here, was more than likely a drop-off..... that found my wife when she was out walking the dogs..... She heard her in the weeds, so, called her, and she actually came out, didn't seem to care about the dogs.... Wife brought her home. That's Shirley. Shes been here a couple years now.

I haven't SEEN one in quite some time....... Fortunately.

Yep. They have no desire to eat it, deer are herbivores after all, so, nothing appealing in their piles... cat poop on the other hand.... yeah, lots of undigested proteins there, and unfortunately, the dogs like it. Just not a good plan..... The dogs are supervised when they are outside though. Make sure they stay in the yard, and out of trouble. We are *generally* successful.... but, only 'generally'. The neighbors have a puppy as well... (the ones that just moved in. VERY young couple..... ) They also have a three year old daughter.... and Daisy LOVES to go over and play.... First time, the neighbor was scared of her... (she isn't a small dog....) but, I told 'em Daisy was a real sweetheart, and all she wanted to do was play... and it was all good.

Trying to get the skunk smell out of a dog hair is an exercise..... and the dogs sleep in my room.... (well, Sophie doesn't any more, she can't make it up the stairs.... Daisy, on the other hand, sleeps in the bed with me....) So, stinky dog just isn't part of the plan. Tomato juice works ok, but, I haven't found anything that is as effective as NOT having skunks around. I don't kill them, I just try and make sure there isn't anything to attract them when they are prowling around at night. I may have 50 skunks around here, and just not know about it, as we don't have the same 'active hours'. We generally leave a bowl of food out during the day for the neighborhood cats. (and our three as well....) but, the population of barn cats has been diminishing over time.... and I am not sure why. Used to have several that lived in my barn, today? None.... We get a couple visitors now and again, but, they are the neighbors cats. (they just moved in this summer....) I am starting to get a good collection of barn swallows though. Had a couple show up a year or three ago, but, it was just a pair of 'em, and they avoided me like the plague. However, recently, they have discovered that when I am out mowing.... I stir up the bugs in a big way..... The other day when I was mowing, there were half a dozen orbiting me while I rode around on the tractor. They come awful close, but, never make contact, they are better flyers than that. At a previous address, there was a HUGE abandoned barn across the street, that was chock full of swallows. They learned right quick that when the mower started up, it was buffet time. And there were HUNDREDS of them. My wife would look out the window to see where I was at, and all she would see is swallows, with an occasional glimpse of a tractor in the middle. At first, I was nervous having that many birds, flying so close. But, as I said, they are good flyers, and it didn't take me long to figure out I was in zero danger... We had snakes there too. I spent an hour or so picking up sticks in the yard one day, prior to mowing, and imagine my surprise, when about halfway thru it, I see this PILE of sticks in the yard..... I didn't quite understand how I could possibly have missed those previously, but, stopped the tractor, got off, started walking toward the pile.... and the pile moved...... Holy smokes. There were a LOT of snakes there.... I just took a break for a while to let them disperse, then finished the yard.

That, I don't know..... In older games, for scripts of that nature, I had my 'marker rat' with the script attached, with the on load condition.

For Oblivion, (i think it was...) They did a 'fake first person', and just put the third person camera right behind the eyes of the body. That actually worked reasonably well.

Try explaining THAT one to your insurance adjuster..... "Is this covered under comprehensive?" Much as I love animals, there are some I would just as soon NOT deal with.... Bears are simply not an issue here. 'Coons come around every now and again, but, I tend to trap them, then release them elsewhere. Skunks? Nope. Don't wanna deal with 'em..... but, I haven't seen one for several years either.... Which is kind of a surprise, considering where I live.... Possums? They don't last long. The dogs think they are tasty..... Same for woodchucks... Sophie is getting too old for that behavior though. The last adult woodchuck she caught, she didn't have the dexterity to kill.... She did get a little one a day or so later though. I think the others got the hint, and moved on. I don't want them burrowing under my barn floor.... that's just not good for concrete.... If the dogs don't get them, I do. They are just far too destructive to be allowed to stay. We have deer that wander thru the yard on a daily basis. And I have had turkeys sitting right outside my window, eating the apples that fell from the tree. That gets the dogs attention.... but, I do NOT let them out when various critters are around. One thing that does rather annoy me, that I can do absolutely nothing about though, is deer poop...... for some obscure reason, my dogs seem to view as perfume, and roll in it...... which means, bath time. Sophie found a dead coon once upon a time. He had been there a few days, so was REALLY ripe..... so of course, she rolled in it. Very thoroughly. When I called her to come inside, she came trotting up, all happy with herself, and I about fainted from the smell...... She got a COLD bath OUTSIDE before she was allowed in the house, and then bathed again, VERY thoroughly. Then I went and took care of mr. dead coon..... That was NOT pleasant.

Do you have any plugins influencing character creation?

The idea would be that when you entered the bank, they would spawn, each time you entered.....

If the cell isn't loaded, the script won't run.... just have the script check for when the cell loads, put the credsticks in there.

Way back when, when I was young.... (yes, dinosaurs roamed the earth then....) I spent a summer with my grandparents, working the farm. It was real work, and at 15.... not something I was used to... So, the occasional trip into town was a real treat. One afternoon, grandpa was at the hardware store, and I was sitting outside, just enjoying the nice weather... and some cops showed up, to visit the diner next to the hardware store..... There was a beautiful german shephard sitting in the back seat of one of the cars, the window was down, so I figgered I would go over and say hi. I approached slowly, and he just kinda looked at me, more bored than anything... he didn't seem disturbed, or nervous... so, held out a hand for him to sniff.... which he did, and gave me a little lick. (taste?) I took that as permission, and started scratching his ears, rubbing his neck, telling him what a good boy he was, and what a handsome fellow.... and he just closed his eyes, and absorbed the attention quite happily.... I was totally oblivious to the three cops standing ten feet away, with their jaws on the ground..... Grandpa came out then, so I gave doggy another last ear scratch, and started heading toward the truck... One of the cops stopped me, and asked me "How in hell did you do that?" I was thoroughly confused.... Then the cop told me that Rex (the dog) didn't let ANYONE touch him, and barely tolerated his handler, yet I just walked up to him, and spent ten minutes petting/scratching him..... I didn't have an answer for that... told him, "No idea, he just seemed like a nice dog, that would like some attention." I saw him in town fairly regularly after that, when we went to town anyway. (VERY small burg, blink ONE eye and you would miss it. ) And if he saw me, he give a little bark, and I would have to go over and scratch his ears for a few. I didn't mind, the cops though it was amazing, and the dog loved it. And in response to the post above: Dogs have owners, cats have staff. I loved george carlin. He was awesome.

I think one of best parts of having dogs is, someone is ALWAYS Happy to see you come home. It's like they haven't seen you in ages. Both of mine greet me at the door when I come, whether it be from work, or, like today, coming in from mowing the yard. Sophie isn't quite as exuberant as she once was, but, the mere fact that she will even bother to get up, and greet me, puts a smile on my face. My parents had a pitbull my younger brother named Buddy.... Everyone is so terrified of them, he didn't need a 'mean' name. And he was exactly that. He loved EVERYBODY. If you petted him, he was your friend, if you FED him, he was your friend forever. And treats. Yeah, both my dogs know I am a pushover.... If we sit at table for meals, they know to lie down, and wait until we are done, then they get theirs. If I am sitting at my desk, I have a worshiper on each side, because they know I will share. Yes, my dogs know how to eat from a fork, or spoon.... doesn't matter what I am eating, the mere fact that I will share with them makes them ecstatic. At a previous address, before Sophies time.... We were taking care of a dog for my wifes Nephew, he had had to move, and couldn't have pets at his new residence. That was Razor..... he was pitbull, and something else.... but, lord only knows what the 'else' was. Under normal circumstances, he was a sweet boy, LOVED to play, and would play until he dropped from exhaustion. He was a blast with frisbee... Only problem was, he HATED my wifes eldest son Elmer.... With a passion. I have no idea why. Elmer had never been anything but nice to him, but, Razor just didn't like him. We could always tell when Elmer was on his way over, as Razor would go absolutely NUTS, barking at the door and carryin' on.... and Elmer was probably still a quarter mile away.... it would be five to ten minutes before he actually had it to our driveway..... After the first couple times.... it was decided that Razor needed to go outside when Elmer came over.... Safer for Elmer..... We had him for a few years, until nephew bought himself an old farm, and Razor went back to live with him. Razor lived to a ripe old age, I think he was 17 or 18 when he just didn't wake up one morning.... That was a LONG life for his breed. At the moment, I am sitting at my desk, just came in from finishing up the yard... Daisy is on my left, thoroughly passed out, Sophie is on my right, in pretty much the same condition. Came in to roll a smoke, and let them out, before I cleaned off the tractor, and put it away. They wandered around outside, came in with me, and that was it. Trying to get up from my desk without running over a dog, is sometimes quite the challenge.

My parents are both in their 90's... and show no real signs of slowing down. I am in my mid 60's, and don't plan on going anywhere any time soon. I have no idea how long Daisy will live... she IS a big dog, I think, around 75 pounds... Pitbull and Mastiff mix..... She doesn't *look* big to me.... but she sure weighs big. You will still be around for quite some time yet.

That may be your intention.... but not necessarily how it will actually work out. I had *intended* for Sophie and Kia to be our 'last dogs', we can all see how that worked out. Don't get me wrong here though, I LOVE Daisy as well, and wouldn't get rid of her even if the opportunity presented itself. She is part of the family now, one of my 'kids', you don't give away your kids.

You are the one that dragged this topic off in the realm of debate, with your holier-than-thou diatribe. You talk about reading comprehension, yet you entirely missed that part of his post apparently. Of course, this is standard behavior for you. You seem to believe that you are better, smarter, and morally superior to everyone else, and it shows in your writing style, and the tone of your response to almost everything you respond to. You claim you have better things to do? Well then, do us a favor, and go do them, and leave this thread in peace. Please.

I'm down to two dogs now. Kia, a pitbull/godonlyknowswhat mix succumbed to cancer the day after easter. She was 13 years old, and had been a wonderful companion almost all of those, she was about 8 months or so when we got her. Her previous owners took issue with her interest in eating their expensive birds...... and were just going to dump her on the side of the road somewhere.... When that came to light, I told my wife to just go get her, and bring her home. She had a good life, and just LOVED wandering about the property here.... She had some quirks though... For whatever reason, she HATED bicycles/motorcycles, and if one went by, she would go nuts, and try and chase it..... Never really understood that one.... And joggers? Holy smokes. I think there are several that needed a change of underwear after jogging nearby...... Kia was never outside unattended, and when I saw a jogger, I would tell them DON'T RUN.... Most would actually listen, and just walk calmly by, and Kia may run up to sniff, but, that was it. If they kept on jogging, or broke into a run, well, Kia would chase them down.... She never hurt anyone... (that would have been the end of her in any event...) But, it was always exciting... Sophie was a rescue from a bad breeder. She was billed as a purebred Newfoundland, but, by the time she was four months old, it was obvious she was not a pure bred. (and having one brown eye, and one blue eye, kinda reinforced that..... ) She has been an awesome companion. I don't think I have ever met a dog that was more calm, and accepting than Sophie. A trait of the breed is what my research tells me. (we had her mom for a couple weeks, she was just wandering the neighborhood, came over to play with the grandkids, and stayed...... grandkids loved her, they were like 5 and 8 at the time, and Zoe was HUGE.... my granddaughter had a blast riding her around the yard, and Zoe just didn't have a problem with it. She just wanted someone to play with....) Sophie is also 13 now, pushing 14 real hard. For a dog with a life expectancy of 10 years..... She is getting VERY grey, and has almost as much white hair, as black these days. But, still gets around under her own power, eats reliably, and doesn't do stuff she shouldn't in the house. She has slowed down a LOT in her old age, and she likes nothing better than lying in the sun in the dining room, and spending her days napping there. I get her outside at least once a day, so she can wander the yard, and sniff the sights. But, when she is ready to come back in, she'll be right by the door, and barking at me..... Daisy is our latest addition. She was also a rescue. Seems her former owner wanted a puppy..... but, not entirely sure why.... (recovering addict, that wasn't recovering all that well....) the DAY she got her puppy, she tried to whack herself dead.... Former owner was a friend of one of the wifes 'rescue attempts' (long story there...) and asked the wife for a ride over there to check on her. Well, they got there, called the ambulance, and she was hauled off to the hospital. Her husband was at work, 30 miles away.... so, there was no one there to take care of the puppy.... the cop that came was just going to take her to the pound... so, the wife brought her home. "Just for a day or two, until whateverhernameis gets out of the hospital'.... Yep, that didn't happen. We were informed that the hospital had decided to keep her.... (mental ward....) for several weeks, to ensure she wasn't a danger to herself, or anyone else... Which meant, there wouldn't be anyone at their house for 12 to 14 hours a day, to tend to the puppy.... This was in January.... and it was STUPID cold out.... so, it simply wasn't possible to set her up outside.... Wife said she would find an alternate home for her... but, that was 15 months or more ago, so, don't see that happening. That, and after we had her a month, I just told her not to bother, Daisy had bonded with us, and shuffling her off to yet another new home just wouldn't be good for her. She was barely 12 weeks when we got her, and might have weighed all of three pounds. She was TINY. She spent a lot of time sleeping in laps. At least, for the first week or three.... then she turned into what I expected to be more 'puppy like'... Bouncing off the walls, chewing anything that didn't run away fast enough, (including me..... and she had SHARP teeth....) just generally doing puppy stuff. Training her to be a good 'house dog' was an exercise, but, she is way to smart for her own good, and figgered it out fairly quickly. We had her sleeping downstairs in a cage until we were reasonable assured she was potty trained, then she came upstairs with me, and the other dogs. MY plan was for her to have a bed on the floor, just like the other two.... (Sophie NEVER slept on the bed.... she simply didn't want to, Kia would when it was cold, she wanted a warm body to cuddle with. :D) Daisy wanted nothing to do with a bed on the floor, she wanted to sleep ON the bed, curled up next to me.... and that's where she still sleeps to this day. She may be on top of the blankets, or under them, depending on weather..... but, she HAS to be touching me at some point, even if it is just foot against my leg... If I move, she does too. She has way more energy than she knows what to do with, and for us old folks, probably not a good combo.... But, it is what it is, and we'll keep her around as long as she lives. She is a VERY happy dog, and just not a problem. For the most part.

I would say I am surprised, but, that would be a lie.

In first person, you have arms, and that's it. No head, no body, no legs. Just arms.

I'm sure Arthmoor has dug into this. That seems to be his bag. Give it time.