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Alright guys I am finally back! Having had writers block and no inspiration to write, it was hard to come up with something entertaining for everyone. When I write, I want people to come back to my blogs and remember me for how my blogs were entertaining. Enough of me, now onto the beta.


So, where do I start on the beta? The obvious. I of course play games for the core gameplay, not for the graphics, but for the gameplay. Take Borderlands 2 for example: It's not the prettiest game, but it has a captivating story line, fun gameplay mechanics, a lot of guns and even some customization options. A true, well built RPG. Getting sidetracked again, sorry. Let's talk about Medal of Honor Warfighter.


Now, remember, they only have eleven days to polish this multiplayer. I think they should push it back and actually polish the multiplayer more. And let me tell you why. Let's take all of the bad things from Battlefield 3, including the horrific spawns, hit detection and poorly designed net code. I remember when playing the beta, the spawns being absolutely horrible, as in spawning me in front of enemies. Of course they took advantage of the situation and decided to pop me in the dome, before rinsing and repeating. This happened multiple times, which mysteriously caused my controller to leave my hands and slam into the floor, thankfully though, it didn't break, which meant I had to keep playing. The first game I did decently, but I also noticed more problems. The killstreaks. This is another problem as the map they are giving us is too small for such killstreaks that you can get. A prime example would be the helicopter!


Once you actually decide to spawn into it, you get to use the minigun, which for some reason fires explosive rounds. This brought me back to Call Of Duty Black Ops. Remember the chopper gunner? I do, and remember how badly it ruined the game with it's spawn killing capabilities? It's back, and back stronger than ever. After getting ridiculously spawn raped a good ten deaths in a row, I exited out and took a break. Once back at the main menu, I looked around it. Inspected. Where do I go? How do I set up a game? Yes, I could create a party and join games, but the lack of information provided to a noob could keep them at the title screen for an hour or two. There is no information on how to unlock guns, you just unlock them when you do. I for one like to set goals for myself when playing a first person shooter's multiplayer. The animations are well done though in terms of weapon sway, walking, running, sprinting. Very well done. Though the still poorly executed wall climb is still in. Copied from Battlefield 3.

Going back to Killstreaks though, why can't they just take them out and leave the game to actual skill? Games these days rely too much on Killstreaks and perks. Can't we all just show our true skill, rather than being babysat? And those campers get rewarded for just sitting in one spot. I would, but my ADD is at a high when playing online.

Overall, I am very disappointed. The first Medal of Honor was bad, but it's still better than this heaping pile. Do yourself a favor and pick up Medal of Honor. It's cheaper, out of beta stage and actually pretty fun.


MOH: Warfighter Beta gets a 2 out of 10 from me. Just a big disappointment.








Greetings Comrads. I have one question and one question only: Are you ready? Because I am about to go back in time, to where games were polished, had little to no glitches and actually had captivating stories! Today, I will be looking at Twisted Metal 2 from the nineties.



Boy, do I remember being a kid, sitting down in my bedroom or living room, where ever the Playstation was and just having fun. It didn't matter whether you won or lost, you just knew fun was to be had. For me it was the ultra violent games and Twisted Metal 2 was no episode of My Little Pony. Let's get into it.


Right off the bat, I remember getting it for christmas one year. Man, it was almost magical. My fat little fingers at a tender age of five, struggled to open the packaging. My grandparents and mother laughed at me. I knew I had something special. My grandmother was kind enough to open it for me and my grandfather was there for her to pass it to him to plop it into the system. I still do this up to this day: When ever I get a video game, I start getting the shakes. Like Joe Cocker performing at Madison Square Garden, I will twitch and sputter until a round or match of whatever game I'm playing is over. Back to my Childhood.


As my grandfather placed the grey disk, ever so delicately into the machine and closed the lid, I knew I was in for a treat. He pushes power. Oh shit, here we go. A black screen, then a WHOOOSH! Rockets are flying through letters spelling out "Twisted Metal", making it explode and into a billboard reading "Twisted Metal 2". The screeching of tires is heard and then the theme song from Twisted Metal kicks in. My eyes are as big as a dinner plate (Hey Ash Whatcha Play'? Reference). "This game? Oh...This game right? I get to play this game?" I ask myself. My hand covers my mouth as it hangs agape, so far you could probably land a 747 on it.


I somehow manage the strength (And courage) To pick up the grey controller in front of me. I scoot a little closer, still intimidated by the flaming clown head on the title screen. I gingerly move my fat little digits around on the D-pad, moving into the options menu. Yes, easy mode. This is good. Easy. Before I leave the menu, I stop on the music level. The theme starts up again. "HELL YES!!!" I say in my mind, before quickly exiting out of the options menu and into the singleplayer game.


My grandmother is gleefully watching me, just as in shock as I was. I enter the car selection screen. Damn, these guys (And ladies) Look very cool. We have an old war veteran, a skeleton on a motorcycle, a dunebuggy, a squad car, A MONSTER TRUCK!!!! Ahem, excuse me, got a little excited there, a guy with wheels attached to his arms, a hearse, a striped car and last, but not least. MR SLAM! The front loader. Of course I picked the front loader, who wouldn't at such a tender age. And a boy at that!

I start into the game and the cars that I am going to be facing are on the screen. I see the demonic clown's icecream truck known only as Sweet Tooth. "What's that? Can I unlock him?" I asked my grandmother, "I don't know honey." She replied, before the game starts. I'm in. In front of me is my front loader, a map to my upper left hand corner, weapons on the bottom right, along with a special abilities meter. I wouldn't figure out how to use these abilities until I was thirteen or so. My fingers roll over the shoulder buttons. I startle myself as I push R2 and start to fire my machineguns.

I quickly look down at the controller, checking where each button is. Then I push the L2 button. A fire rocket shoots out the front of the construction vehicle and into Outlaw, the squad car. I giggle manically before pulling out of this parking spot. I get a handle on the accelerator, the square button to be precise. "Interesting" I think to myself. Never have I ever had a racing game with the square button as the gas. The awkwardness doesn't stop me for long, before I'm chasing down Warthog, but before I get to him I hear "YEEEHAW!" then a big THUMP sound as Grasshopper comes in from behind. At this moment, I'm very new and slow to the controls, so she jumps on me again, but this time I'm ready. I quickly spin around and catch her in my front loader. The loader is special, having a top and lower half to the bucket and teeth painted onto it, it allows me to grab Grasshopper and slam her into the ground a few times before she breaks loose.

The music in this game, is probably some of the best tracks for a game I have ever heard. They fit each stage almost flawlessly and coming from a young boy, this was the cats pajamas. Back to the gameplay. I quickly start getting torn a part by Axel. He has super sonic powers and likes to do a shockwave-like special. Which will cause your car to jump into the air, disorientating you for a few moments before you come crashing down. A few more Shockwaves and I'm dead. It was the most graphic thing I saw at this age: A scream of pain from my driver, my car gets demolished and the only thing left of me is a burning fire. Holy S***!

Second life, best make this one count. I'm scouting out the level, trying to pick up weapons like more rockets, napalm showers and the like. I'm already thinking to myself that I love this game and would marry it if I could. Of course not! Not at this age, you sickos! I would be thinking that though, if I was the age I am today, back then!

I hear a strange noise, a scream, mixed in with a rocket firing off. It's Spectre. Now I was always a big fan of Spectre. Playing as him was an awesome time, but fighting him, he can be pretty cheap. Seeing as his rockets can go through solid objects. I try to get close enough to pick him up into my bucket, but he quickly makes a zig-zag-like pattern towards a fire rocket, all the while firing off his Ghost Missles (actual name for them), hitting me and stalling me for a moment, before being juiced by Outlaw's squad car. I'm getting tag teamed. I know I have to get out of this situation quick, or I'll be reduced to a smoking corpse, or worse: A ball of flames!

I quickly get the heck outta dodge and find a health pick up. Thank God! My loader was looking bad already, but at least the health brought me back up to the green part of my health bar. Here they come again! More screams off in the distance could be heard as Sweet Tooth finishes off Warthog. I'm begining to feel bad for these men and women. Having to fight for their lives in such a tournament actually frightened me. I had to keep going though. I had to win. For me. For my life...


[To be continued. And for the record, Twisted Metal 2 is one of my favorite games of all time. Check it out on PSN Store for only six bucks! It's worth it. The real question is: Will you drive again?]








After the ghost stopped bleeding out, I took a few moments to search the corpse. He was heavy already, and now dead, it just seemed to add to the weight. I grunted, struggling to turn the man over. The body odor was rather strong as well. He was covered in dried blood, making out a tribal design on his chest. I wasn't sure if it was his blood, or one of the victims who had greeted me at the door, just a few moments before. That wasn't important now, just getting out of here alive is what keeps me going. The heat of the wasteland seems to zap my strength, along with the weight of the man.


There is no water from any of the water fountains, canteens or toilets. Yes I, much like you, would drink from a toilet if need be. I grab up more pistol rounds from the man's pockets and pop them into an empty mag in my vest. These will come in handy I'm sure of it. I pick up the wingstick, wipe it off on my pants and slide it onto my belt, securing it in place. I'm now looking up at a ledge, about ten feet up from where the man had come from a mere 5 minutes before. "I wonder if I can get up there?" I whisper to myself before being interrupted by mild chit chat in the next room. I manage to get a quick peak before forward rolling to the wall on my right. "I wonder how much we can get for them poor bastard's gear, eh?" One of them mutters, before I start to open fire on the two men.


I take them out rather quickly and loot them. More pistol rounds, along with a few spare dollars. Stuffing them into my pocket, I'm in shock at another hole on the side of the hotel, which has revealed the oasis that is The Wasteland. I stand there a moment or two. Taking in the air around me. I wipe a few beads of sweat from my brow and am now feeling the heat. It must be ninety to a hundred degrees now. It seemed like I stood there for an hour, before I start into another hallway, quickly ducking down behind a dresser which is covered in sand. The golden handles just barely stick out from the amount of sand that has buried it. Two more men up ahead. Time to put my wingstick skill to good use...


[To be continued. If I can actually remember the rest of the level. Haha]http://www.destructoid.com/blogs/shadauFoot/rage-in-my-mind-part-2-235607.phtml Part 2[i]








You can watch me play Borderlands 2 at www.twitch.tv/shadowfoot if you'd like. I'll be off and on. I will also be working on Rage (in my mind) part 3 during this time, so I might not be on when you're there. But stop by anyway and listen to music. It's a techno and dubstepic tracklist, so be prepared for that. Thanks!


Shadau.








A red mist-like blood splatter came out of the polygons. The man roared in anger and pain. Soon I was backing up, my mind racing as I had to find my way back to the entrance of the hideout. With my back to the spears, skulls and dead bodies, I was dodging knives. I fired two more shots. One catching the man in the shoulder, causing another grunt to emit from him as he rolled forward, then onto his feet once more.

Another shot, this time, he wasn't getting up. I stood there, shocked for a moment, before walking over to the man and searching his already decomposing corpse. After gathering up a few pistol rounds, I looked around. There was a gigantic hole in the left side of the hideout, which seemed to be an old hotel, with broken wooden beams, used to hold up the structure. Off to the right was a desk. I assume to check into the hotel. To the right of that is a door, with an odd lock on it. It looks like a saw blade, with two mechanical arms locked over the door. "This'll need some tools, or something special" I mutter under my breath, still looking through the various cabinets, finding various pieces of metal and parts for some sort of contraption.

I hold my mouth shut rather tightly, focusing on what I'm picking up. I'm also still gleefully shocked by the eighty plus frames this game runs on, it's really rather impressive for a game, let alone a console game. I'm interrupted by shouting, then gunfire. I quickly move behind a desk which has seen better days and take cover. I exchange gunfire with the baddies before heading into the next section of the hotel. There's a huge sand pile, along with more debris from the upper floors. Time to loot through the cabinets again and now a cash register.


Ooh I feel evil! Haha...Not really. More bandits and gunfire up ahead as I jump and dodge my way through, sneaking in a few headshots before watching one bandit jump down. He's new to me, seeing as he has a new weapon. He's not afraid to show it off either as I sidestep a blade headed for my forehead. Quickly, I look down, equip the wingstick and fling it back, slicing through and decapitating the bandit. His body can't keep up with what's going on, as he continues to run, headless, before slumping down at my feet, blood pouring out onto my boots...


http://www.destructoid.com/blogs/shadauFoot [My whole blog. More parts can be found here.]








Ghost territory...I'm told these ghouls are ruthless and insane. At least that's what comes to mind when I think of these men who had just tried to bury me six feet under. Thanks to a newly found found friend, Hagar, my demise was prevented, now he wants something in return. As I made my way towards the Ghost hideout, I got a grip on the controls. They feel very fluid, easy to maneuver, and not too long of a drive. I like this. Once at the hideout, thoughts of Ghosts dancing around a fire with my skinned body hanging above them shot into my mind. With a soft gulp, I head inside.

Once there, I am greeted by skulls, impaled upon spears. Some skulls with fresh blood, some with caked on blood and some with their eyes still in the sockets. "Yummy..." I say to myself, licking my lips as I grasp the controller more firmly in my hand as if it was going to jump up and off my lap, running and screaming into the hallway and finally exploding into a heap of dust and microchips. I am prompted to hit the "O" button, B if you're on the 360. This puts me into a sneaking mode. Making my way through the nicely laid out dungeon, I come upon my very first enemy. "Great." I mutter, having only a six shooter, this is going to be loud. I quickly search the spears. Maybe I can pick one up and make the greasy, dirty and downright nasty man suffer the same fate he inflicted upon the victims greeting me at the door, but alas, no go. "Okay" I say to myself, before raising my pistol, cocking it back and firing.

http://www.destructoid.com/blogs/shadauFoot/rage-in-my-mind-part-2-235607.phtml [Part 2]


{To be continued, if you wish me to.}


Also, thank you Hey Ash whatcha Playin' for inspiring me to write. Anthony Burch to be precise.