Name's Will and I'm currently a 2nd year medical student. I've loved games all my life: I grew up with the Genesis but only until college did I realize that games meant more to me than a childhood hobby. Whereas many of my friends' interests in games started to wane (or had disappeared long ago), my passion for gaming, particularly news and writing about the industry, began to grow. My parents finally noticed that games meant more to me than "childhood playthings" when they noticed that's all I really cared about while at home on breaks for the past couple of years.
As for favorites, Shadow of the Colossus is probably my all-time fav as it changed my whole perception of the medium and what it could achieve.
Braid is another for introducing me to indie games, this entire sub-industry that is booming with amazing, creative talent and innovation.
Final Fantasy X made me actually cry at the ending, so er, that says quite a lot as to how emotionally vested I was in the characters and story.
Resident Evil 4 was pure adrenaline bliss with exceptional level design.
The Uncharted franchise is an incredible mix of stellar narrative, gameplay, and downright fun and enjoyable characters -- Drake and crew are probably my favorite bunch that never cease to crack a smile on my face.
Bit.Trip Runner for its difficulty, its music, and its reward and gratifying feeling of accomplishment.
Persona 4 for the hilarious and awesome characters, the great voice acting, the storyline, the addictive, perfect dichotomy between juggling school and battling demons in the shadow realm.
It's been an incredible experience. Throughout the entire night, all the way to 12 midnight PT, you guys, my family, friends, and loved ones kept rooting for me and voting.
This contest seemed to be an even closer race than the actual Presidential election!
Every other minute the competition seemed to be neck and neck, all the way up until the very last 2 minutes. It was then that the valiant efforts of everyone culminated into a successful victory for Sackboy.
Not only did we win in our category, we also had the largest number of TOTAL votes, making my entry the OVERALL winner!
To Dtoid and everyone who read my blog, I can't thank you guys enough for your help. Literally every vote counted, and without your contributions, none of this would've been possible.
I've attached a photo of our victory (beating out that damn Scarecrow)!
Forever Grateful Dtoid Reader
(P.S.: IGN, Joystiq, and especially Kotaku have shitty communities and asshole users)
[I also want to add that the competition with the scarecrow was extremely tough, and frankly, a little bit suspicious. Every time my family and friends managed to gather a few more votes, my vote count would steadily increase one by one. However, he would stay neck and neck and jump in spurts to close the gap and maintain a typically 5 vote lead. When I ran out of juice and the votes stopped coming in, he would stop increasing as well.
It was then in the last two minutes that my family and friends who luckily had reserve votes waiting all night that the 9 vote splurge came in to seal the deal.
I don't know if he was using some proxy or VPN but either way, it made the victory all the more greater, to win in the face of anything, cheating or not.]
So a few years back, I saw a big box and decided I would do something special for Halloween.
I never thought I'd be very ambitious with any sort of costume or project, given that I had no prior experience with sewing, constructing, or any real type of cosplay or art project.
Fueled by my love for Sackboy and all things Little Big Planet, I decided I would undertake making a costume from whatever materials I had lying around or could get my hands on. Being a full time college student (not to mention pretty much being almost completely on loans going to Cornell), the budget I could muster up was a measly $50.
And that $50 pretty much went all to the burlap material I used to cover up the whole costume (yards of art fabric is hella expensive, especially their eye-gouging shipping costs). The rest was whatever I could gather from friends, departments, and materials I would borrow from my classes (glue, tape from the library, aluminum foil from the dining halls, etc.)
For two weeks, instead of studying for exams, I worked at that costume for hours on end. The final product doesn't look terribly impressive by other cosplay standards, but I'm damn proud of what I did given my constraints and the limits of my costume making abilities.
The biggest challenge of the costume was obviously the head. I basically wrapped the burlap material around the giant cardboard box as a preliminary framework of the rounded shape I wanted to achieve. I then stuffed as much free Cornell Daily Suns (that's our newspaper) that I could find to puff up and fill out the form. But problems arose when I started the stuffing. You could see the newspaper coming through the little holes of the burlap, so I ended up having to wrap the material around the box a second time. To keep the whole box on my head, I attached it to my bike helmet underneath the box. To see, the burlap material was already porous enough to look through.
The rest was a matter of wrapping cardboard into cylindrical shapes and attaching them to some throwaway pants and shirt I would specifically wear on Halloween. What was most time consuming was the fact that due to my budget and how the roll of burlap material came in as, I had to use every bit of the fabric to ensure it would fully cover the costume - that meant patching little bits and pieces that I had cut and luckily decided not to throw away.
The other issues was the cardboard cylinders I used for the limbs - they gave the bulkier shape I wanted for the arms and legs of Sackboy, but they were highly immobile and stiff. I worked around this by splitting the cylinders at the joints and connecting the pieces with the burlap material (think of the fabric as a ligament over a joint). The zipper was yea you guessed it, more cardboard, but wrapped in aluminum foil. When Halloween came around, I was ready to hit Collegetown and see how people would react.
A crapton of girls thought it was cute and gave me a hug. A bunch of drunk frat guys tried sabotaging the head and wanted to pick fights with me. I shoved them aside and moved on my way. I'll tell you this: being under burlap material is like asking to to be baked inside an oven. It was a chill October night in Ithaca but that didn't matter underneath that head.
In the end, I had an amazing time with my friends and lots of praise from random passerby. Obviously no one knew what the fuck I was (only 3 people from the whole night guessed correctly, or at least said, "You're that guy from that PS3 game!") but it was worth it. I think I had more people thinking I was Domo-kun than anything else.
When my parents came to pick me up at the end of the school year, they threw out my costume thinking it was trash - that I wasted my time on complete nonsense instead of studying for my exams. I was devastated and frankly, really pissed off.
The only remnant I have is the picture you see above of me standing by a fridge.
Little do they know that I entered it into the facebook Amazon Costume Contest and am now a finalist.
I'm in the running for a $1000 Amazon Giftcard, a Kindle HD Fire, and a 5 lb. Hershey bar. I'm hoping if any of you guys out there could vote for my costume (vs. all the other ones with girls and tits...and tits will pretty much always win), I would be so appreciative and thankful to this community. Voting ends 11/6 at midnight.
I'm under the Finalists tab as the Sackboy (and pretty much one of, if not, the only fully video game character represented...besides the Joker).
I was so proud of that low budget costume - something I had poured my love and dedication into. I was more proud of making that costume than any grade I had gotten throughout my years in undergrad. When I hit into a snag, the experience taught me to be creative, to be innovative with what I had and what I could do with the resources I was given.
Maybe after winning, my parents will realize how much video games play a role in my life, or how much they mean to me.
It wasn't Mario or Sonic or any of the classics that made me serious about gaming.
No, it was two titles in the past decade for PlayStation 2 that helped me realize that video games are as legit and weighty as any other medium of expression.
Sure, the percentage of games that hold up as "art" or have the ability to change someone, their outlook on things or how they question or view the world are few and far between, given that the market is flooded with FPSs in the vein of Call of Duty and its legion of ripoffs.
But in particular, Ico and Shadow of the Colossus, to this day, stand up to the test of time.
They're two examples that make me proud to be a gamer.
They're two of the many games that confirm my views on why the PS2 is my all-time favorite system. I mean hell, the console holds 5 of the 7 favorite games I can think of:
Persona 4 Resident Evil 4 (originally released on GameCube) Final Fantasy X Shadow of the Colossus Ico
As you can tell, I'm huge on Japanese games, and with good reason. Their manner of storytelling appeals to me on a more affecting level than many of the games that often follow the mantra, "Shoot first, ask questions later."
In regards to the games listed above, all of which have come within only the last generation of consoles, I will of course, always hold SNES titles like Tetris Attack and Super Mario World dear to my heart, or Sonic the Hedgehog 2 or Mortal Kombat II for the Genesis. But there's a difference between fun factor and nostalgia to the likes of games that impacted me long after I set down my controller.
In honor of the Ico/Shadow of the Colossus HD re-release on PlayStation 3, I've decided to re-explore my love for Shadow of the Colossus.
When I played SotC for the first time, I was immediately struck by its beauty -- the far reaching landscapes, the desolate ruins, the sparse scenery...the light rays that shined through the temple. It all built up to an otherworldly atmosphere that left me in awe and wonder.
It's funny because Fumito Ueda, creator of both Ico and Shadow of the Colossus, really knew how to work the system's limitations into his favor. Coming out of the gate the earliest, the PS2 was by far the weakest of the three consoles (fellow rivals, Xbox and GameCube) in terms of power last generation. It was obvious that Ueda couldn't afford to build a world dense in the level of detail and realism he wanted to employ to immerse the player in. The systems' capabilities were holding back his vision.
Thus, he took a different route. Let's make a sparse and desolate world - not sparse in terms of laziness and inattention to detail.
No, it was quite the opposite.
Ueda and his team applied the use of space in their game, to strategically place vegetation, building structures, ruins, and a camera perspective that would not only keep the player immersed in the world, but to engender feelings of loneliness, even a sense of helplessness, to a protagonist that is no super hero by any means - but is nevertheless on a journey to save the woman he loves.
But the enemy and the tasks necessary for him to accomplish this aren't so clear cut: he is to slay giant, mythical beasts known as colossi in order to fulfill the temple spirits' wishes; at the same time, he doesn't know the purpose or reasons as to why these colossi are to be killed. What is the end goal of all of this?
The protagonist (aka Wander) is so desperate to find a way to save the woman that he has no other choice.
The game opens up with shots of him riding his horse through far off regions. The intro then ends with him traversing a bridge that stretches far into the distance, as if never-ending, but ultimately leading to the temple.
I've actually traversed this entire bridge out of curiosity and the desire to explore every piece of the game's sprawling, magnificent world, and you can bet, it's long as fuck. I can't remember exactly but it literally took me 10 or more minutes to ride across the damn thing on my horse.
But these design choices were made on purpose.
The entire game's design was made for certain purposes.
When I journeyed across these long stretches of scenery and the world, uninterrupted, I felt a greater sense of wonder and amazement; at the same time, I started questioning myself and the protagonist's journey. I was in doubt of myself. Would I be able to conquer the next colossus? Would killing another one bring me that much closer to saving the woman? Where would the next task take me?
The fact that there are absolutely no lesser enemies or minions to deal with in between each colossus battle only elevates the gravitas of each struggle's outcome. In actuality, there aren't even any towns or dungeons to explore, absolutely no other characters or NPCs to interact with.
But to reduce the game to say it is just a series of 16 boss battles would do it a great disservice.
Every colossus battle is unique in itself. Each holds its own personality, and some are completely harmless and docile. This only comes back to reinforce the question of the morality of killing them.
They simply aren't the black-and-white painted enemies of other games or stories. They aren't belligerent, imbecilic creatures out to hinder or murder you out of orders from a greater evil entity. This isn't a simple rescue-the-princess tale like The Legend of Zelda or Super Mario.
The colossi mainly fight to defend themselves and their territory. Your invasion and encroachment of this is what brings out their animalistic qualities. I could feel the emotional weight of every first arrow that I fired to provoke them to battle.
My character, the very person I was playing, was the insinuator. I felt like a hunter of sorts, killing not out of necessity for my survival, but for the sake of my selfish goals and means.
After the defeat of each colossus, a scene plays where it collapses to the ground, turning into a black, murky presence that gets absorbed into the surrounding environment. The scenes serve the dual purpose to add guilt to the player in what they've done, and to instill a sense that the colossi are part of the natural world around them. They're simply returning back to Mother Earth.
But they no longer hold the purity and essence that they once did alive. The black spirit that is leftover is very much like the events that transpired in Princess Mononoke and the death of the Forest Spirit. You are a destroyer of nature, a selfish human being disrupting the order and beauty of the world.
Before I move on further about the game's presentation and other elements, on the note of the actual gameplay of the colossus battles, at their very core is the quintessential mechanic used in almost all games: find a way to defeat the enemy.
To avoid confusion and add a common gameplay goal and familiarity to the fights, the sum of your actions is to basically find the colossus's weak points and stab it into oblivion. These weak points are often cleverly concealed and hidden somewhere on the colossus's body, or are simply in plain sight but are difficult as fuck to get to, such as the head.
And in thinking about it, stabbing a colossus's head multiple times just makes killing them even more brutal and everlasting.
The very animations in the game reinforce this. When stabbing the head for the final blow that will take down the colossus, the camera zooms in on your character as he reels back with his sword. He then plunges it in with all of his might in a sickening, yet gratifying manner. It's interesting to feel equal amounts accomplishment in finally defeating a single enemy you've been working at for a good half hour, and also a sort of disgust at what you've done.
As a gamer, it's rare to ever feel any emotion or remorse to the hordes and hordes of enemies you hack to pieces.
In Shadow of the Colossus, you will feel and remember each battle and death.
The colossi are so large and awe-inspiring that you're initially taken aback and approach them with hesitation and the following thought in your mind:
HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DEFEAT THAT 50-STORY MONSTROSITY WITH MY PUNY ASS ARROWS AND SWORD?
With every pounding step of the colossus, the ground shakes. If you stand close enough to one, your character actually stumbles and falls over. There's an attention to detail about the character animations in the game that is so sorely overlooked in other games.
You can feel the frailty of the protagonist. His jumps employ every bit of energy in his lanky arms and legs that he can muster, and he stumbles imperfectly upon landing. It looks pretty sad/puny to the likes of the robotic, horrendously unrealistic ups that send your character skyward in other games. Whenever he grips a ledge or holds onto his dear life on a colossus, he swings and rocks violently back and forth; you feel a greater sense of danger when the animation gives the appearance that he could fall to his death at any second.
Throughout the course of the entire game, you never actually progress in a new skill set or gain any sort of new ability. You simply never feel a sense of confidence or overwhelming empowerment to safely say that you can easily overpower the next colossus. You always feel vulnerable, as each can simply dispatch you in 1-3 hits.
All that you have in the face of your physical deficiencies are your wits, unlimited arrows, and trusty steed, Agro.
Slowly, with great observation and inquisition, you notice the movements and patterns of each colossus. This once again, isn't a kill-first-ask-questions later game. Often the best strategy to figure them out is to simply stop. And stare. (Not the OneRepublic song.)
And when you do manage to man up and have the balls to tackle them, climbing onto their bodies and moving to the areas/spots you want present themselves to be more like fully-designed levels. The armor that they wear are in the shape of platforms and ledges, and the brilliance of the game lies in the fact that rather than being a simple, static platformer of sorts, these levels are more dynamic. In a sense, they're a unique take on the typical Super Marios and Crash Bandicoots of the past. Imagine a sidescroller where the level is organic and constantly moving, breathing, alive. It reacts to your moves, it shifts and bellows and fights back. Your obstacles to reach the end aren't little minions blocking your path. It's the entire level itself, the whole goddamn colossus. Toss in elements like their ability to fly, shoot electricity, go underwater, or smash you with a giant sword, and you've got the makings of some of the most memorable boss battles, or in my eyes, the most memorable collection/set in the history of games.
(The God of War series, particularly God of War III, also explored this type of level design involving traversing the titans and Cronos.)
All of these qualities combined are what makes the game so enduring in my mind. The sense of achievement as a gamer is heightened when it is derived from your patience in the face of seemingly impossible odds.
On a final note, I want to briefly mention the narrative structure of the game, and how effective I found it to be. The game only briefly dispatches a few cutscenes throughout its entirety, typically to showcase a new land or portion of the world that you've discovered. The story's mystery and open-ended nature as a result are maintained. This is a point of contention among many players as it can be viewed as a bit of a cop out and lazy. To those looking to be spoon fed abundant details of the world and backstory, it's even more aggravating. The story all seems a bit too light/lacking when all you know is that you have to kill these colossi to save a woman. But the purposeful slow pace and lack of clarity puts you in a position where you never see an overlying picture of the events transpiring/transpired. In that regard, you never feel removed from the journey - you feel as lost and in doubt and ever so determined as the protagonist.
The tiny snippets of dialogue and cinematics after each colossus's death are just enough to maintain this mystery but also propel you forward to the next battle. It's a crazy addictive and rewarding mechanic. You're constantly left to try to figure out what's going on, to imagine and build a history around the lands you spend so much time traversing. There are even clues in the midst of battle that you start to think about in significance, such as the symbols/glyphs that glow on each of the colossus's weak spots, and the impact of destroying these markers.
This subjective participation to the story's unravelment makes it that much more involving.
The ending, which I won't spoil, is also spectacular: it's a bit of a twist that gives you chills; this whole time you're killing these beasts there's an uncertainty, that lingering feeling of dread and guilt as to why you're doing it, that the purpose of the quest is tainted in some way.
It looms in your mind throughout the game's running 10-12 hour experience. And in the end, it fully manifests and all comes to light in a stunning, unforgetful conclusion.
I have yet to even discuss the game's excellent, haunting, ethereal-like score by Koh Ohtani. Listen to either Prologue ~To The Ancient Land~ or Epilogue ~Those Who Remain~ and tell me that those songs did not have any impact on you as you were playing the game. I dare you.
Okay maybe they didn't, but I'd deduce that said person is just a cold-hearted, frozen ice queen then.
The game is a lesson on "less is more." "Show don't tell." Give the player control of not just the game's mechanics, but control over how he/she views the world and the journey and the story that they are undertaking.
It may seem manipulative to set things up this way, but every good affecting piece, whether in cinema or literature, employs atmosphere, subtle details, and a myriad of devices to engender a desired response out of the audience.
And the response I got out of Shadow of the Colossus was a sense of wonder, inspiration, inquisition, contemplation, doubt, and ultimately, one of the greatest gaming experiences of my life.