"Holy balls, Batman - Injustice isn't half-bad after all".
"You're not wrong, Robin. It's giving me a total bat-boner".
Aloha. My journey through the world of gaming has been a long and fruitful one, going waaaay back to when my cousin had an Atari 2600 (Centipede was my favourite) and I've never looked back. My first machine was a ZX Spectrum 28k and since then I've gone on to own an Amstrad CPC 464, Amiga 500, Amiga CD32, SNES, Megadrive, Playstation, PS2, Gamecube, Xbox and finally, Xbox 360. Throw in a few handhelds, too.
Some of my Favourite games over the years have been (in no particular order):
Skool Daze, Another World, Syndicate, Secret of Mana, FFVII, Vagrant Story, Metal Gear Solid, Silent Hill 1 & 2, Resident Evil (almost all of them), Deus Ex, MGS:Snake Eater, Disgaea, We Love Katamari, Shadow of the Colossus, Eternal Darkness, killer7, Otogi 1 & 2, Star Wars: KOTOR 1 & 2, Deadly Premonition, Arkham Asylum, Bayonetta, Bioshock, Grand Theft Auto (all of them), Red Dead Redemption, No More Heroes and really too many more to mention. All of this points to the fact that I'm getting old now, which is totally shit.
But hey, I adapt as I go.
The games currently eating up my almost non-existant free time are; DC mash-up Injustice and Saints Row - The Third (full package edition for less than a tenner!)
So I made some lame Chuck Norris joke the other day when commenting on a story about Street Fighter...because no-one's ever done that before, right? Anyway, that's not what this blog's about, it just triggered a memory that I thought I would share with you all should you be so inclined to listen.
It's really all about Red Dead Redemption - a game that I put a ridiculous amount of hours into for well over a year after it's initial release. I even achieved 100% completion in the single-player aspect of the game, something that I very rarely do because:
a) I'm usually not good enough and
b) I usually get bored very quickly with open-world games and end up blasting through the main story and moving on to something less life-consuming.
Red Dead was different. Being the huge fan of spaghetti westerns that I am, this game got under my skin and into my heart and it hasn't really let go since. Needless to say, I love pretty much everything about it. Especially the multiplayer.
Now, I'm not the kind of gamer who usually enjoys multiplayer. I much prefer to move through games at my own pace, soaking in the atmosphere and pausing occasionally to just observe the world I am in and appreciate the fine work of the designers (as I am happily doing now in Far Cry 3). I never feel truly comfortable in the hectic environment of fast-paced mp because for me, games are a way to wind down and chill and I can't really do that with some psychotic cocklord screaming into my ear holes. In a real life war situation I would be the one hiding behind something, rocking back and forth while everyone else was getting their kill on.
Anyway, the point is I found myself tentatively testing the waters in Red Dead mp (and this was before 'Friendly Free-Roam' which should really be called 'If I Can't Shoot You I'm Damn Sure Gonna Shoot Your Fucking Horse') and despite the chaos and constant death I found myself completely addicted. So addicted that I even got pretty good at the whole chaos thing, filling fools with lead left, right and center or teaming up with whoever felt like it for that good old Red Dead pastime of galloping round in circles and constantly trampling some poor bastard until they rage quit the session. Ah, the memories. The thing is, I was never as good as I thought I was because I always used auto aiming. While I blazed my way through mp there was one thing I never even bothered to try - the advanced co-op missions. Give me manual aiming and reasonably fast moving enemies and I will literally shoot bullets everywhere but where they are. I understand the concept of pre-empting movement and lining up a shot quickly and correctly but when I try to put this into practice my brain responds with a curt 'Fuck You'. So you get the message - I was good in my comfort zone and basically left the rest to the big boys.
That all changed a good while later, when a friend of mine who is distinctly more 'hardcore' than myself decided to start playing the game and roped me in to help with mp achievements. I was cool with this - any excuse to get back into one of my favourite games of all time, right? Thing is, he's the kind of gamer who jumps straight to the hardest difficulty no matter what he's playing, seemingly incapable of enjoying a game unless it's giving him a hernia and an embolism at the same time. And that's fine, if that's what you're into....it's just not me, what with my 'stop and smell the flowers' sensibility. Anyway, he insisted on playing free-roam only on hardcore and one of the first achievements he wanted to get was the one for earning gold medals in all the advanced co-op missions. So after informing him that I would probably be spending more time shouting encouragement to him as yet another volley of my poorly aimed bullets sailed over and around the heads of whatever varmints we were up against, we got to it.
Things did not start well.
There was a seriousness in the advanced missions that I had not yet encountered in Red Dead. We got into various games with a whole bunch of random players to make up our desperado quartet, and it became clear pretty quick that these sharp-shooters had little patience with my shooting 'skills' as I ran around like a headless chicken while they took care of business. Even my supposedly hardcore friend had trouble keeping up with this bunch of total Clints. We were called offensive names. We were screamed at. We were shot down by our so called allies so many times that I lost count. We were ready to give up, hang our heads in shame and gallop off into the sunset.
Then a saviour emerged.
We were hanging around in a lobby, just the two of us. A half-arsed 'one more go' before giving up our guns, fully aware that the two of us had no chance of achieving on our own what we couldn't with others who were far more skillful. When in sauntered Chuck. Or to be more precise, ChuckNorris666. He had the avatar right, the US military one where the guy has the little beard and looks a lot like, well, Chuck Norris. My friend laughed, "Here comes Chuck to save us". I laughed too. It was pretty funny. No one else joined the game, so in we went, the two of us and Chuck, determined to go down in a blaze of glory.
It was at this point we realised what a beast ChuckNorris666 really was. I'm not joking. This guy could have shot the crabs off a pair of dirty balls from a mile away. Favouring a rifle as his weapon of choice, he proceeded to masterfully lay waste to any and all who got in his way. He rolled left, he rolled right, seemingly impossible to hit as he rattled off headshot after headshot after headshot. It was a glorious thing to witness. We became little more than spectators, grabbing the odd token kill just so he didn't forget we were actually there as he virtually murdered the entire world all on his own. It was like a bizarre wild west safari and we didn't even need a jeep to feel safe. Chuck kept us safe. I swear, if it was possible he'd have been shooting the enemies bullets out of the air before they even came close.
And so it went for each of the missions. He basically solo'd his way through while we watched and gladly took the gold medals which he'd so generously gained for us. "Just follow Chuck" became our personal mantra for the duration, and it worked beautifully. Those missions that had caused us so much grief over and over again were completed in one fell swoop which took only minutes. The achievements were unlocked and ChuckNorris666 disappeared into the ether from whence he came, never to be seen again. We showered him with messages of gratitude and ended the session with joy in our hearts. So wherever you are now, Chuck, thanks again for what is one of my favourite gaming memories!
Adios to all, and thanks for taking the time to read this. Happy gaming, doods!
So...hi. My name is RedSeed and I am a lurker. It is a filthy habit that I am desperately trying to break, so here is my pitiful attempt at a blog (literally first ever) so please...be gentle.
I am a cynical, often miserable sack of bones that is quickly approaching my mid-thirties. I have a long-suffering but amazingly tolerant girlfriend of nearly 12 years who is also an avid gamer (she loves the Resi series, even 6!) and an amazing, almost 4 year old daughter who has me wrapped around her little finger on a permanent basis. She's beginning to show an interest in games, too, recently co-opping some Lego LotR with her Mum! (It was a very proud day for all).
I've been a gamer pretty much my whole life, starting when my Dad brought home a ZX Spectrum when I was about 4 or 5 years old. The first game I remember playing was Spy Hunter, and even though I was rubbish at it I remember the effect it had on me, and suddenly all my other toys seemed, well, shit by comparison. One of my fondest memories from that time is playing through a game called The Oracles Cave with my Mum, where I would do all the moving around and she would fight all of the various monsters that popped up on the way. It was one of the first games I (we) ever completed. She was also awesome at Tetris and Rainbow Islands (man, she would really put me to shame on that).
From there, a bunch of different computers and consoles followed, but I have to say the one that I really fell in love with was my Amiga 500. This was the machine that made me realise that gaming was going to be a lifelong passion for me. There were just so many amazing games to be had - Monkey Island, Shadow of the Beast, Last Ninja, Moonstone - I could reel off hundreds of titles here, but I'm gonna stop myself right there. You get the picture.
My other passion is comic books, this time thanks to my Mum, who used to get her bosses son's Marvels because he just used to chuck 'em when he was done. I literally learned to read thanks to Spidey, The Hulk and Ghost Rider (and I'm talking Johnny Blaze, here. The REAL Ghost Rider). I stopped collecting actual comics in the mid-nineties when I seemed to lose interest for awhile, but got back into them around the mid-2000's when I started going for collected editions. I do grab a few digitally and at the mo I'm enjoying Batman, Animal Man, Swamp Thing, Wolvie and the X-Men, Daredevil, Hawkeye and the Hulk. Reading comics from such a young age also bred a passion for drawing in me, and it fast became one of the only things I have a shred of natural talent in. One of my biggest dreams when I was a kid was to grow up to become a comic book artist, and I filled tons of note books and sketch pads with pictures of all my favourite heroes and villains. I still draw now, occasionally, but to be honest it's hard to find the time and the energy to do it as anything other than a hobby. Maybe one day, if I don't die of old age first.
I stumbled on Destructoid just over three years ago, and signed up after reading Jim's review of Deadly Premonition, happy to find someone else who shared my love for this strange little game. I knew straight away that Dtoid was different from all the other gaming sites out there, and different in the best possible way. It just has the right kind of vibe, the right kind of people. Overloaded with wit and humour and the open-mindedness that makes it all possible, this is place I visit whenever I'm in need of a smile or a giggle, and you crazy bastards never disappoint. Time prevents me from being as involved as I would like to be, but hopefully I can do the blog thing from time to time. So thanks for cheering up this miserable sod more times than I care to remember.
Also - I've just started playing Anarchy Reigns a few days ago (I love it) and was curious to see who you guys think are the better characters in the game? I've only played Jack, Leo and Max so far and I seem to do better in mp as Max, but still not as good as I would like! Any tips would be showered with love.
Ok, thanks for taking the time to read this (to anyone who did!) and adios.