WARNING: THERE ARE MAYOR SPOILERS IN THIS BLOG
The end of 2015 was near, and the summer was close. So I decided to dive into my horribly-long backlog and see what game I could play next. So I decided to go with Bioshock for the PS3. For years and years, I had heard from multiple people how this game was one of the greatest, so it was time to put that to the test.
(Yeah, this is Inifinite. But it came with the original)
It was one hell of a game. From that iconic intro with the plane crash, to the memorable (and fucked up) characters, like the plastic surgeon (I don't remember his name, but I will never forget how creepy that part of the game was) or Xander Cohen. I know a lot of people found the hacing monotonous, but I really enjoyed playing with the pipes. And its atmosphere is absolutely espectacular. Once you have entered Rapture, you never forget it. Seriously, if you haven't played it, do it. But I'm not really here to review or analyze the game. I think that has been done a lot already and there is nothing new that I could bring to the table. No, what I'm going to talk about it's how it (kinda) affected me in real life.
if you have played Bioshock, you know about the big plot twist. Andrew Ryan dies, you discover that he's your father, Atlas was Fontaine all along. It's considered one of the biggest twists in video game history. And inmidiately after the big reveal, I... saved the game and turned the console off.
Sometimes I like to play my games like they are TV episodes. If something big happens, or if the game gives me the oppotunity to save, and I have been playing for a long time, I choose to save and quit. It gives the moment a bit of suspense. What will happen next? Who will survive? Something like that. But when I woke up the next morning, I felt horrible. My whole body hurt, my stomach was a mess, I could barely breathe and I had fever. What was responsable for this? To this day, I'm not completely sure. The mayor suspect is the KFC I had the day before, but I don't think it really was the culprit (Although I haven't eaten in that place since).
But in I knew, somehow, someway, Fontaine was the one who gave me the fever. Of course, obviously this was just my imagination, that medicine was very powerfull. There was no way a fictional character could give me a really bad cold. But when I returned to the game, I had the mentality that if the game ended, I would be cured. And the level design played accordingly to this. The final segments of Bioshock are easy, but really boring. It felt like filler to make the game longer. And it had some gimmicks that weren't needed in my opinion (Did we REALLY need a escort mission with the Little Sisters).
But to my crazy theory, it made sense. It made sense that the game should be long and boring, because then I wouldn't have the forces to finish it. It was all part of the plan. But I had to continue. And a few days later, I finished it. Got the good ending and that Bioshock 2 teaser. And the next day, I was cured. I know, it sound like bullshit, and probably it was somewhat of a placebo effect. But to my 16 year-old me, it was real, it had to. It was new year's eve the day I finished it (Summer starts in december where I live). I missed the Christmas dinner with my family because of my illness, and had to stay in my room while the sun was bright and everyone was enjoying being free.
I haven't played Bioshock since. Not because of my experience, but because I rarely replay games. Even some of my favourite games have been finished just once. As for the rest of the series, I played Infinite, and had a bit of a cough (but that game was nowhere near as good). I haven't played Bioshock 2 yet, so I don't know what it would do to me. Does this sound like a stupid theory? Yeah, sure. I know it sounds like some of those really shitty creepypastas. But it makes for a (somewhat) interesting story
Maybe one day I'll get the Bioshock Trilogy remaster, and then I'll finally die.