Well, to cut a long story short... a gamer since the days of the Atari 2600, Gabriel Silverwolf has been through hell and back. In the console wars, he started in the Nintendo camp during the 8-bit era, only to shift allegiance and join the Sega forces during the 16-bit era. After these two grueling console wars, he sought the quiet haven of the PC for years, only abandoning it during the final years of the 32-bit era to embrace the Playstation way, then briefly flirting with the doomed Dreamcast. From then, he hung on to Sony's banner during the glorious PS2 days and the not-so glorious early PS3 days. Today, he is older and wiser. He loves his games; his Dreamcast, PS2, PS3, PSP and DS Lite sit in his room; the survivors of the long and arduous journey of gaming. The PC is still a friend, and he uses it occasionally to get a taste of forbidden fruit like Gears of War, though he has so far resisted the lure of MMORPGs. He was also captivated by the Witcher, and Stracraft II and Diablo 3 will probably reignite a spark he long suspected was gone.
When not annoying the living crap out of people by knifing and dual-shotgunning them in CoD:MW2, rearranging the face of Greek mythology, or partaking in another game-related activity, Gabriel enjoys the company of books and comics. King and Gaiman rule the bookshelf alongside a myriad of classical masterpiece from Tolstoy to Salinger. His comics are mostly from the Marvel stable, with emphasis on books that have an "X" in the title, though an undying love for the Caped Crusader and John Constantine keep the DC logo around.
Television isn't his best friend, though he does like some CSI, Bleach and South Park. His DVD collection is an odd one; the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, the Big Lebowski, Silence of the Lambs, the original Star Wars Trilogy, Buffy, Cowboy Bebop, Hellboy, the Descent, Ghost in the Shell (movies and series), the complete Alien and Predator collection (minus AVP2), Firefly and Serenity... the list is long and, quite frankly, confusing.
So... nerd status confirmed. Where do we go from here? The net is vast and limitless. See ya around, Space Cowboy.
For years, I've maintained a text file in My Documents containing the release dates for upcoming games I'm interested it. It used to be that the wait for certain titles would fill me with an agonizing hunger. A friend of mine describes this feeling as an "ass itch" and I used to use his metaphor occasionally. However, in recent months, that particular symptom seems to have subsided. No, I could fairly say that it disappeared completely.
The reason? Well, like waiting for Godot, waiting for the next gaming masterpiece mostly leads to one result: disappointment.
I can't pinpoint the exact game that caused my Future Releases Apathy Syndrome (FRAS) but I have a few worthy contenders; Assassin's Creed 2, AVP and FFXIII (which wasn't disappointing because it was bad; but because it felt a little like too little, too late) are some of the more recent examples. It never bodes well for one to have high expectations when it comes to the game industry; indeed, it is best to maintain a cynical, jaded outlook on any and all upcoming title until they are processed by the merciless review machine.
It didn't help that some of the best games I've played recently were games I wasn't really expecting to be any good. Despite being a fan of Joe Madureira, I was completely uninterested in Darksiders, and yet it was one of the most pleasant surprises I've had in recent years. Same goes for Arkham Asylum, which I watched since its announcement with cautious trepidation, only for it to become my favorite game for 2009.
The combination of jarring disappointment and pleasant surprises has apparently killed my sensitivity for hype and ended what was a perpetual state of slavering for the next big release. There are more than 20 games on my future releases list, but none of them seem to stoke the fires of expectations, not even the Last Guardian or the next Metal Gear. And no, this has nothing to do with Raiden. He's cool.
It could be that, quite simply, there are no announced future games that my psyche finds enticing and irresistible. I'm almost positive that announcing a brand-new HD 2D Castlevania game for consoles would make me salivate and froth with ravenous desire. The same would hold true for new iterations of Darkstalkers, Dino Crisis, Jedi Knight, Legacy of Kain, Marvel vs Capcom, X-Men Legends or Zone of the Enders. Oh, and an announcement of a new Chrono game from SquareEnix is also likely to revive the ass itch. Yes, I confess that I'm a sucker for sequels, as long as they are done right.
Still, how many letdowns can one take before growing disillusioned? Have I crossed the threshold into a barren, dreary wasteland where every new game announcement is met by a blood-curdling 'meh' that echoes endlessly in the twilight over the sun-bleached, dusty covers of the games that failed to live up to fans' expectations?
Oh, who am I kidding? As soon as the first gameplay videos of Arkham Asylum 2, MGS Rising, Witcher 2 and Persona 5 hit the web, the itch will rear its ugly head again, and I will be trapped once more in the cycle of waiting, disappointment and surprise.