Recent reviews by KES7774

Runs at a constant 150+ FPS on Ultra (all AMD PC). The campaign wasn't selling me until the second or third mission, then it throws some turbo twists that make you totally soyface. Multiplayer is just the first game's but a little more fast paced and involved (y'all have to learn melee combat or get smoked). The Co-op missions are fun with friends and compliment the campaign story wise.

It's nothing

This is well beyond interesting.

dawi haha

Todd Howard is a sleazy little man, but hes got good stock...

dawi haha

Fun with mods and friends.

I have about 1,500 hours in this game from a different source... Mount and Blade Warband ruined the years of 2013 and 2014 for me...

I was only 14 years old... I loved Mount and Blade so much... I had all the sub-games and DLC... I prayed to Mount and Blade every night before I went to bed, thanking it for the hours of fun I've been given... "Mount and Blade is love", I say, "Mount and Blade is life"... My dad sees me and tells me to go to bed... I knew he was just jealous of my Nordic devotion... I call him a Vaegir; he slaps me and sends me to sleep... I'm crying now, and my face hurts... I lay in bed, it's really cold... A warmth is moving towards me, I feel something touch me... It's Sanjar Kahn of the Khergit Khanate... I'm so scared... He whispers in my ear, "These are my steppes"... He grabs me with his Steppe archers and puts me on the battlefield... I'm not ready... I spread my forces for Sanjar Kahn... He pennetrates my shield wall; it hurts so much, but I do it for the Nords... I can see my soldiers dying, as my eyes start to water... I push against his army, I want to please King Ragnar... He roars a mighty roar as his lancers fill the field with blood... King Ragnar trots by, and Sanjar Kahn looks him straight in the eye and says, "It belongs to us, now"... Sanjar Kahn rides towards Sargoth...

Mount and Blade is love, Mount and Blade is life...

I was charging a state-house with ten of my comrades when fascist artillery whistled down. A big red ball of fire and shards of metal formed thirty feet in front of me. Body parts went terminal velocity and connected with other comrades, killing them. I was blown back with injured legs, bleeding gallons per minute. I was able to bandage myself up and find cover. I took note of the blast area. Five unrecognizable bodies were in a pile, four other bodies were strewn about. One of the limbless husks were still screaming in pain, only to be drown out by incoming machinegun fire. Out of ten chargers, I was the sole survivor. The images still haunt me when I take my annual sail from Murmansk...

PPsH 41/10, would break legs and watch men with organs tossed about die again...