Sunday, February 7, 2010

Guilty Pleasures.

There are many, many reasons that I should be annoyed with The Saboteur. Too much driving, incredibly spread out objectives and stealth that is encouraged but boarder line useless (and when full blown combat does break out the Nazi's best move to is to call in reinforcements until you run out of bullets) are on the short list of things that I should be ripping on the game for. It is also little more than Grand Theft Auto IV in occupation era France, and I am not nor have I ever been a fan of GTA. There is something almost intangible here, though, that keeps me coming back. Maybe it is the swarthy Irishman who just like to make things go boom. Maybe it is the color change element ripped straight out of Okami, or maybe it is just a simple guilty pleasure. I am enjoying The Saboteur and I have no intent on rushing through it, regardless of what comes out next week.

In an effort to keep my ego in check I jumped on to Xbox Live for a few games of Street Fighter this afternoon. No sooner did I log in than I was set upon by several mediocre Ryus and a Seth who teleported so much I had no idea what to do. It was an ugly afternoon and I do no think I learned much from it other than humility, which is just as important as any combo or counter. Expect that every opponent is better and treat them as such, lest you end up getting schooled by a Vega who knows two moves.

Oh hey, the Dante's Inferno Super Bowl spot. It really is missing something without the 'Go to Hell' tag line. Stupid censors.

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