Hey. Name's Zayne. 20, Drama student, England. Alcoholic.
Favourite games? Action RPGS, specifically Zelda, but also platformers, both two and three dimensional. Anything with a good plot and at least average gameplay will also draw me in. Also not adverse to the odd FPS/Quick puzzle game, but I wouldn't rate them as something I play often. I'll play anything, to be honest. I almost always try out the games with all the hype, just to see if it's something I'd be into.
Uhh, what else..?
Oh yeah. Nintendo fanboy, if your definition of fanboy is someone who buys games predominantly by one developer. I just happen to like Nintendo games more. I don't vehemently defend Nintendo/attack everyone else. I'm not thirteen.
Currently possess a 360, Wii, PS2, relatively competent PC (No, I can't run Crysis), DS, PSP. No PS3 yet, or for the forseeable future, because there's nothing I want to play on it that I can't get on my 360. It's that simple.
Or, an excuse to reference Bioshock in a Drama lesson. Your call.
Anyway, last post, I asked for some suggestions on possible contemporary monologues that I can perform tomorrow. Eventually, Andrew Ryan of Bioshock was brought up and I skimmed WikiQuote to find a suitable array of quotes that could be strung together into a feasible monologue of suitably academic length.
What I ended up with is this (Why the HELL does BBCode sporadically fail?):
A man has a choice. I chose the impossible. I built a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the great would not be constrained by the small, where a scientist would not be bound by petty morality. I chose to build....Rapture. But my city was betrayed by the weak. So I ask you, my friend...if your life's price was to kill the innocent, would you sacrifice your humanity? We all make choices...but in the end, our choices make us. What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds, a parasite asks, 'Where's my share?' A man creates, a parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?' A man invents, a parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God...
I believe in no God, no invisible man in the sky. God did not plant the seeds of this Arcadia. I did. But there is something more powerful in each of us, a combination of our efforts, a great chain of industry that unites us. But it is only when we struggle in our own interests that the chain pulls society in the right direction. The chain is too powerful and too mysterious for any government to guide. Any man who tells you differently either has his hand in your pocket or a pistol to your neck.
I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well.
No Gods. No Kings. Only Men.
It might get drastically shortened when I move to actually LEARN the thing, but in theory, that's what I'll be aiming for. A video might be uploaded tomorrow night, depending on if I DO manage to learn it, if I remember to get a friend to record it for me, if my phone functions and if I can find my USB cable.