This will probably be last blog until I get back from my uncle’s wedding next Friday. That means that there will probably be no interviews posted for about a week.
So I finally finished a lot of games to finally go into length about them.
I played the first one to get into the second one. I have to say that this game truly is amazing and saying anything more would be beating a dead horse. Though the cause of death of the horse is undetermined, it is assumed that “science” is one of the causes.
How Portal-y was it?
So goddamn portal-y that it should be called Portals: The Game
Between the two, I like the second one better. For those of you who count hours normally, the second was longer, the characters more numerous and more lovable, and the conclusion to be tear inducing and sweet. I don’t want to include spoilers, but was I the only who got the impression that when a certain “transfer” was taking place, the sounds Glados made were akin to being violated? It was bone-chillingly scary.
How Portal-y was it?
I’ve played Halo: Reach many times, but I finally got around to beating the campaign…again. I beat it once at my cousin’s house and when I finally got my own copy, I couldn’t find the motivation to beat it again until recently. Once again, the campaign in Reach was long and epic and made me feel awesome afterwards. Huge set pieces, larger than life action, Halo: Reach is the best action movie type game out there (my belief).
How far did it Reach?
So far, that it probably wouldn’t have the courtesy to give you a reach around after screwing you…in the bum.
Jesus. This game…was a nightmare. I thought I could handle the dismemberment of a small child, but after so many sawed off body parts, it gets to you. And the worst part was that the gruesome fate was a product of my incompetence. I felt bad after dying so many, many times. Still, a super fun puzzle platformer and all around amazing game.
How scary was it?
I was once told a story. If you really want to punish a child, you buy a puppy and a hot plate. Every time the child makes a mistake, you place the puppy’s paw onto the hot plate. The kid will never make that mistake ever again.
Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Why it took me so long to finish this game I have no idea. Wait, I do have an idea. I’m bad at videogames. Anyways, this game just reaffirmed why I love the Zelda series so much. It’s a linear fairy tale is what the series is. It is a grand, hero saves princess epic that represents the ancient folklore it emulates. Simple, awe-inspiring, magical, beautiful, lovely. Simple as that.
How Zelda was it?
The Zelda formula works. It works well. It works so well that many games into the series, it still feels like a breath of fresh air.
Muramasa: A Demon’s Blade
This game is very, very pretty. Slightly repetitive, but still very, very pretty. Also fun. If you have time and some spare change, you might want to pick it up.
How pretty was it?
Soul Calibur IV
Now I didn’t actually beat this game “per se”, but I finally played it at a friend’s house. I haven’t played one of these games since the second one came out. Now this game, or should I say the series, holds a very special place in my heart as it was the
game my best friend and I bonded over. Has the series changed much? Aside from the breast size, none that I can remember. If you want a good 3D fighter, I’d happily recommend you Soul Calibur.
How Bright does the Soul Burn?
Oh...It burns brightly alright.
Uh…tsk….Let’s see….I’m watching a movie called L.A. Noire. I haven’t finished it yet, but so far it looks pretty good. The only problem is that the main character is an awful driver. Everything else is To Be Determined.
Life + Random=Life
I have a problem with blogging. I blog so much that it may not be noticeable, but it’s true. The problem I have with blogging is that whenever I blog, it is very “me-centric” which may be the point of a blog in the first place. The thing is, I was raised in a very traditional Asian household. What that means is that I was told that speaking about oneself is very poor taste. Now, growing up in America has all but eliminated most of those beliefs but it was such a prominent part of my childhood that it more or less became just an involuntary reaction. Now this is just culture shock I’m sure, but the reason why I resort to self deprecating humor is to actually offset the imbalance of the “me” as an emphasis.
The last thing I want to give you is the impression that I am some super uptight, recently off the boat Asian immigrant. I’m not. I grew up here, lived here, and was taught here for most of my life. I am for all intents and purposes, American. That is my identity and the nationality I identify myself with and nothing anyone can say will make me feel differently.
Which is why I want to say that the title of today's blog is derived off today’s rambling of arrogance and blogging rather than my assertion that I am some sort of big deal.
Now the reason why I bring up this small existential identity crisis is this certain feeling of…well of culture shock. A recent conversation with VenusinFurs in which he asked why, because he was topsauced and that his name was known, couldn’t he post a blog of little to no relevant content, possibly asserting that he could get away with it.
I am of course using this as an example to further my point rather than belittle the status of another, but my question is: Could you get away with it? I mean, if someone like Capt. Bus or AwesomeExMachina or Stevil went ahead and posted a blog of gibberish with the mentality of “I want to so I can” be considered correct in their way of thought? Could they get away with it simply for being amazing people that contribute regularly to the site? Is it a right or arrogance?
At this point, I don’t really care anymore. After all, this is just another one of my blogs and another thought.
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