It was nice growing up in a technophilic household. Thank to the help of in-the-know family members and my own parents, we had various PCs and game systems to supplement our school days, He-Man interludes, My Little Pony adventures, and our infamous Barbie vs. Transformer battles (hey, two sisters, one brother…that’s just how we rolled). My parents usually left us to our own devices, whether to play indoors or out, and they rarely joined in our sugar-fueled chaos. (Though, there were a few years when carob and unsalted potato chips ruled the house – they shall remain unspoken of from henceforth).
The one exception to all that “kids only” fun was our Atari. It only happened very occasionally that my parents played with us, but it did happen. We’d gather round the TV to play a few round of tennis, baseball, Pole Position, or E. T. (which one didn’t play as much as admire for it’s unplaybility). But above all, the one game I remember us playing the most was Robotron 2084.
I was psyched to get Fable II at Christmas 2008 since I had been looking forward to it since completing the original Fable. The game’s creator, the crazy yet loveable Peter Molyneaux, promised that the game would transform RPGs as we knew them, feed the children, and save the whales. Or something like that. All I knew was that, after playing the original game, I had to carve out a good bit of time to play. Fable II was going to take time if I wanted to perfectly cultivate my most awesome RPGs character ever in the history of my awesome customizable RPG characters. Yeah…it’s a short history, if that. But still, I didn’t want any distractions, so it took me a few months to finish other games before starting Fable II.
(I realize this game is, like, totally old news — it being an ancient 4 years old and all. Still, for those who want to play but haven’t yet, spoilers ahead, probably, in some form or another.)
We just moved into a new place — a house! An actual detached house with a backyard and everything! I’m super tired, super exhausted, and super pleased. Unpacking aside, there’s so much to do — repairs, cleaning, painting, more repairs, buying furniture, planning the garden, etc. etc. ~happy sigh~
All this is to say that I’ve been out of touch with gaming, and just about anything current, for several weeks now. (I’m also going to try to keep blogging regularly, but it might be a slow month.) It’s unlikely that’s going to change in the near future; and that makes me a little anxious. Because the moment I got back on the internet it’s like Mass Effect 3 exploded its juicy awesomeness on ever single game site and blog.
And I don’t want to delight in a single bit of it.
No offense to any of you who have written about it but I WANT TO PLAY IT REALLY REALLY BAD!!!!!!
At the risk of sounding all Jerry Maguire up in here, in many respects, my fiancé and I “complete” each other. And while I might mean that in a mushy way, here it’s in terms of our culture at-large. As two people, we each have our own likes, dislikes, and prejudices; but together we make a fairly well-rounded individual. As an example, when we first met, our music tastes barely overlapped. But when we brought together his mostly punk/rap/metal collection and my mostly pop/classic rock/alternative collection, well, we suddenly had an extensive music library that covered a wide range of sounds. Our mutual love of art, with his affinity for the modern and my inclination towards the classics, meant we could both enjoy just about any art museum/gallery. And his love of meat and my willingness to cook meat (despite not eating it) sorta sealed the deal.
The same was true of gaming. I had my Super Nintendo and he had his Playstation. Together, we had plenty to play and explore. Since I had grown up with Nintendo, I was a bit reluctant to try the PS. It wasn’t my system for one, and the CDs and controller just felt so unfamiliar. In our early days together, I don’t really remember what we played as a couple – maybe a football or racing game? He already had a circle of gaming friends and I enjoyed more solitary gaming, so in that respect we were good and didn’t really step on each others toes much. But then, there came the game-changers…two games that forever marked (or marred, perhaps) our gaming futures. For him, it was Tony Hawk Pro Skater (1999). For me, it was Final Fantasy VII (1997). After those two games, he pretty much veered away from RPGs of all sorts and I gravitated right towards them. And FFVII was unlike anything I had played before.
As much fun as I had had with Super Mario Brothers in the late 80s, I think the true love affair between Mario and myself began with Super Mario 3.
We were first introduced on the NES and it was love at first play. The 1990s were still young and I was still ~sigh~ young at heart. Super Mario 3 certainly had the cuteness factor – I mean, he looks like a raccoon (sorta) on the cover of the game! Squeeee! Well, okay, it wasn’t really a “suit,” but the tail and ears were enough for me.
But really, how could I turn down the chance to fly around levels? (And this was before I had developed my ungodly fear of having to “fly” in video games. I’m still not all okay with gliding in Arkham City.)
When we first got L. A. Noire last year, my fiancé called dibs. Well damn. But since there were about 35 million other great games to play, he sped through the game in a matter days (over a few weeks, that is). During that time, I did just about everything imaginable to distract myself from watching. Oddly enough, gaming on another system did not immediate come to mind; but once it did, finally, I was determined to play something. Since our Xbox was (and still is ~sigh~) on the fritz, it was onto the trusty ol’ Wii that had been gathering a few cobwebs; and off to the local Best Buy to pick up something fun.
As I perused the aisles, an obvious choice jumped out like colors from a virtual paintbrush: Epic Mickey.
“Wait,” my brain says as I type, “Didn’t you already talk about Mass Effect in this same vein? Are you going to rehash things already? Jeez, lame-o.”
Well now, hang on a second; it’s true that I didn’t expect to play Mass Effect or let it become the obsession that it did. But I’m talking about a game that, given my gaming past, I really didn’t think was right for me: Grand Theft Auto IV (GTA 4).
Man, my fingers…well, they itch a little thinking about GTA 4. Should probably get that checked.
…his chances of living were slim
Till one day he found
A space suit on the ground
And the outlook for cows turned quite grim.
And who says I don’t know the elements of fine-ass writing? Golden.
Do you remember Earthworm Jim? (click for a fun review of the game) Because I surely do. It arrived at my house Christmas 1994. I was home during my winter break, a mere college sophomore looking for a way to spend the holiday “with family” without actually having to interact with them. (But not so much, I like my family, and my sohomore year in college wasn’t all that awesome, so I was glad to be anywhere but there during that time. That’s a really terrible sentence right there. Ass-fine writing if ever there was.) Did I ask for the game? I can’t remember, but I’m glad someone got it. Because what’s better game fodder than an earthworm in a powered spacesuit? Jousting knights on ostriches? Hardly.