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CRAP! The manager never even mentioned a ASUS when I went to purchase a gaming laptop. DAMN YOU KENNY! I WASTED $1200 BECAUSE OF YOU! :frustrated: I swear, I'm going to suffer a concussion if I keep doing this. :lol:

Laptops just aren't fit for games like this, partly because of the whole "Sorry you can't upgrade your $1200 purchases' graphic card," setup. :cry: WHY DIDN'T I BUY A DESKTOP!? :frustrated:

YES! I- -still cant run it. God damn laptops. :frustrated:

The Ding Ding Dong song by a guy named Gunther. The other players would be either too busy laughing or too busy trying to get me to stop the music- -while I make off with all the loot. :approve: BWAHAHAA! I am so clever!

"There already is a topic about the benchmark And I scored around 3500 last I tried. Need a few more RAM, but other than that, I should be pretty decently set." I swear, that post wasn't there on the first page the last time I checked, otherwise I wouldv'e just went off bitching about my scores there instead. Also, I ran the test with a 9300 NVidia card and a Intel core Duo (2.00GHz), while every thing else fits. Admittedly, these are below the recommended system specs, but should have still fit the minimal requirements, though apparently it didn't. In addition, this laptop is able to run Oblivion on fairly high settings, so I can't understand why the Benchmark is screwing around with me like this.

So- I just went off and tried that Benchmark thing that SE set up to determine weather or not your PC is powerful enough to run the game- this being the site- http://www.finalfantasyxiv.com/media/benchmark/na - and the "scores" that they set up are as follows: [8000 and over] Extremely High Performance Easily capable of running the game on the highest settings. [5500â7999] Very High Performance Easily capable of running the game. Should perform exceptionally well, even at higher resolutions. [4500-5499] High Performance Easily capable of running the game. Should perform well, even at higher resolutions. [3000-4499] Fairly High Performance Capable of running the game on default settings. Consider switching to a higher resolution depending on performance. [2500-2999] Standard Performance Capable of running the game on default settings. [2000-2499] Slightly Low Performance Capable of running the game, but may experience some slowdown. Adjust settings to improve performance. [1500-1999] Low Performance Capable of running the game, but will experience considerable slowdown. Adjusting settings is unlikely to improve performance. [under 1500] Insufficient Performance Does not meet specifications for running the game. Now, I just ran my laptop through their sick little test, and a recieved a fairly high score of two- HUNDRED!! This being WAY below what is considered Insufficient, therefore my rather new gaming laptop is now Crap. Anyone else stuck with the PS3 version of the game because of low PC specs, or am I the only one God is messing around with this year?

After much wailing and what felt like an eternity, the Hyur man slowly emerges from the privy, bucket still on, though now with a giant hole poked into it with some sort of pointed object, just large enough to reveal his eyes so he can see. Exhausted, and with a butterfly-shaped perfume bottle in hand, he begins spraying its contents all over the tiny room before returning it to its little place-holder on his belt. He begins staggering over to the counter where he left the flyer he accidentally ripped off a wall on the streets somewhere, all the while whining about a Lallafel Alchemist he encountered earlier. "Cures' any and all ailments, he says, Guarunteed to work immediately after consumption, he says. Next time I see that little bastard I'm going to pull on his goatee until it comes off his chin..." The man pulls the paper off the counter and leaves a few gil for the barkeep before slumping over on a table near the privy, just in case, all the while startling an Elezen and Roegadyn who were already seated at that table. Wanting a little space, the Hyur lifts the bucket an inch or three, enough to reveal a good portion of his face (which was dotted with enough multicolored sores to form a new constellation), to the other two. "Excuse me,"The man begins, all the while bobbling his head from side to side, "I seem to have contracted the Plague, and-" Before he could finish his sentence, the other two flew off thier chairs and bolted out the tavern. Satisfied, he glances over the flyer in his hands, going over the contents, when at that moment he overheard someone talking about the very thing he came looking for: The Silver Anvil. The man turns around and sees two other Hyurs' (one of them a colossal of a man whose physical build made most other Hyur males look like wimps in comparison, probably a Highlander) along with a Lallafel, standing next to a table on the far end of the room near the entrance of the Tavern. Excited, he jumps off his chair, knocking over a waitress who was bringing him a glass of water. "Women Please, I know I'm sexy, but not now!" The Hyur leaves a couple of gils in the waitresses hands and dashes off to a little corner near the previously mentioned-group and hides himself under a table where he can observe their conversation. "I am Incognito!" the man chuckled at his self-supposed ingenious, in which he then diverged all his attention towards the group in front of him, all the while saying to himself, "Man I look stupid." -A bar patron walks by- "Man he looks stupid."

The doors to the Wench suddenly flew open and a Hyur man stumbles into the tavern with a bucket over his head. "Privy, WHERE'S THE PRIVY!?" he cries. An already frightened looking waitress points towards a corner in the back. "B-Behind the counters, to your left." The man stumbles over to the counter and slams a piece of paper with a nail dangling on one of its edges onto it's surface, startling the barkeep. "Hold that for me- I need that for later, I'll pay you some gils', but for now-" The mans stomach began roaring uncontrollably. "OH GODS- MERCY!" The man disappears behind the corner, all the while screaming "I'M GOING TO CRUSH THAT MIDGET!" The bewildered barkeep wonders briefly to himself what just happened, and looks over at what the man left behind. It was a flier mentioning what the barkeep percieved to be some sort of a Merchants' Guild, aptly titled, "The Silver Anvil."