Tuesday, February 9, 2010

A fundamental shift.

Moving from buying every game that I wanted to play to renting them from GameFly was not as easy as it sounds. It was only on the second try that I managed to free myself from the need to play something right now. There are exceptions, of course, most notably in the Street Fighting and plastic instrument genres, but I really purchase very few games anymore. This also means that I must insulate myself from most discussion for days, sometimes weeks at a time. I have yet to spoil Mass Effect 2 for myself, but who know how long that will last, and who knows when I will actually get to play it.

This ramble is going somewhere; BioShock 2 shipped out yesterday in spite of me already having my allotment of games at home/in transit. I do not understand, but I will not complain. Choosing what to play next will also be easy: I am going to finish The Sabotuer before anything else starts, it is fun and I don't care what anyone else says. Next in line was Divinity II, a game that I know nothing about, so it is easily pushed aside for what is supposedly a worthy succesor to BioShock. We shall see; BioShock was very good, and the absence of Warren Spector is not something that will be easy to just get past. I really hope they do not attempt to one up the twist from the first game. Attempting a bigger twist each time is most of why M. Night Shyamalan no longer makes good movies. That, and he is a hack.

All I did last night was drive around Paris and blow up Nazis. Sometimes they were in towers, other times they were hiding in tanks, and at least one just didn't turn around in time to stop me from dropping several sticks of dynamite down his pants. The analytical, cranky side of me keeps jumping up and down, screaming at the top of its lungs that the game is repetative, simple, and that I should not be enjoying myself. Then I drive a WWII era sports car through a crowd of facists, throwing them in every direction, and the pure joy of guiltless carnage shuts him up. I certainly don't love Nazis, but I do love to see them flying, limbs akimbo, on the heels of grossly exagerated explosion.

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