When I got my Wii in November, I picked up two games to complement my Sports pack-in: Twilight Princess (which was damn-near required) and Trauma Center: Second Opinion. Sure, the DS version was hard as balls, but Goddamn, it was a hell of a good time, and the promise of swapping instruments using the nunchuk made it an easy buy. But it was a remake of a game that I had already played -- same story, same missions, except for that taste of Wii-exclusive content. Certainly left me wanting more, and not in a bad way.
The truly magical thing about conference season is the way in which long-ago dreams explode into piles of kittens and fireworks when you least expect them: check out these images of the forthcoming sequel, Trauma Center: New Blood, brought to you by Famitsu. Looking quite sharp in 16:9, New Blood promises a fresh cast of characters, brand new missions to sink our teeth into, online leaderboards and -- brace yourself -- cooperative play. Two surgeons, one near-dead bloke, and a whole new way to screw with your friends while they're attempting precise incisions.
Hopefully we'll get a chance to cut into some folk at E3 this week. Stay tuned.
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4:37 AM on 07.10.2007
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I'll have to make sure to score some vicodin when it comes out so I can pretend im Dr. House
In other news, "fuck yeah, sequel!"
Because they've been making non-HD 16:9 sets in places other than the US. Japan's had widescreen sets available for awhile.
But then again, you probably bought pan and scan VHS movies, didn't ya? I think most people have gotten past the fear of black bars on their TV. Everyone's had DVD's for over a decade.
I liked the concept of the game, but all that shit with GUILT gets too hard too fast for me to enjoy it. I would've been fine if they'd opted instead to go more for realism in difficulty in the surgery than to opt for weird super viruses that require scalpels and tweezers to remove. If I had single celled organisms THAT BIG inside my body, I'd consider stopping what ever it was that made me get those things in there in the first place.
No joke, I saw a dude in the waiting room with a saw blade sticking out of his leg once. I was there for a broken nose, and he was waiting about an hour longer than I did. Meanwhile, I waited two hours for a nurse to take an x-ray and say "your nose is fractured." I couldn't tell by the fact that it was pushed halfway across my face. Thanks.
So ends my rant about American hospitals. And the giant misnomer that is the "emergency room."