For those of you interested enough in my dismal life I have been without the internet for about 4 weeks. Although this did give me the much needed time to appreciate the pros and cons of the giant step in my life that is moving in with my girlfriend, time spent on actually talking to people in the real world and last but pretty much least the joys of working more hours than I thought existed.
Real life aside, this is the internet after all, I discovered one harsh reality, one fatal plot hole in my new life as an adult. This fact? Video Games are shit. I gave up what little spare time I had to play my Xbox and decided to spend it watching series 3 of X-Files. Which was time well spent, I’ll tell you that for free.
It has taken me about 10 years to come to the realisation that videogames are not what they used to be. I remember being able to play Megaman or Mario over and over until my thumbs disintegrated. Or in recent years playing Goldeneye against my brothers until they made me cry for being crap, or my most cherished favourite making obscure 1980’s WWF wrestlers on No Mercy and making them terribly unbalanced by winning the equivalent of 50,000 WWF Title Belts, all but the women’s.
Now stop right there Mr! This isn’t one of those “boohoo, I miss the old days” posts, think of it more as a “stop remaking Halo and Call of Duty with different names!” posts. I really want to enjoy videogames, I think now I am pushing the 20’s I might be able to see them in another light, a light that isn’t a lovely shade of fecal matter brown. The Xbox 360 catalog is full of first person shooters, third person shooters, car games, gears of war and halo. Oh and about 4 RPG’s. This is a pretty abysmal line up if ever there was one. I shouldn’t be pulling out my N64 just so I can save my memory of games being raped but to be pretentious and oldschool.
However, turds can be polished. If the turd is a fictional war game genre and the polishing is Bad Company that is. Last weekend I had the chance to experience what games are made for. Not sitting on my own in a darkened room smelling strongly of baked beans and man sweat, but sat in my comfortable apartment with an old school friend drinking some cheap alcohol and having a “one on, one off” style play through of the mission based war game before going out and socialising.
I’m not going to spend much time discussing Bad Company, go read my Demo review. But I will say that, although short, it made me not hate my consoles. I know I probably wont be as interested in another game until the chance to do the same arises, but at least I’m not selling it. Yet.