Well, not technically true, seeing as this is an update. For the pair of you who like my reviews, you can now find them here. This week it's Frontlines: Fuel of War, because I couldn't get hold of Army of Two. The main reason I've decided to make a new blog is because this one is supposed to be for an assignment, so I spend a lot of time going of on a tangent. With my own personal blog, I can go off on many other tangents, hurrah!
That's about it. The only other thing I can think about writing is I think I bit my tongue in my sleep, otherwise I've got an ulster. Lovely.
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
10 Reasons Why Students Shouldn't Answer Their Phones in Lesson
We were given the first one already so the other 9 reasons will probably still be really hard, in all fairness. Well, here goes:
- Nicky will answer it
- You look like an asshole
- Ear cancer!
- You're sat infront of a computer, why not use MSN instead?
- You're sat infront of a computer, why not go on Facebook instead?
- The Welsh are coming
- You'll make Santa cry
- It uses up your battery
- Someone will be determined to steal it off you and make allegations of bestiality
- Someone else, or the same person for that matter, will probably whip out his or her phone, claiming it's superior and leaving the pair of you locked in an uncomfortable silence
Remember kids, answering your phone in class isn't cool. Save it for the cinema.
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Kingdom Under Fire: Circle of Doom
As some of you may already know, but I'd sleep better at night knowing you don't, my entire knowledge of the Kingdom Under Fire series comes from seeing the adverts between Star Trek: Enterprise on Sky One, a few years back. So this week I thought I'd broaden my horizons a little and go for a new RPG, rather than another shooter or action game such as Turok. The problem is, I really wish I'd chosen Turok instead now.
Don't get me wrong, I do like a good RPG. In fact, Fable is one of my favourite games and I've spent the most part of my life following the Zelda series. Sometimes I like nothing more than playing a game with a good story, getting sucked in and appreciating the talent involved in development. Call me a geek, but I like a game to be like a good movie, only interactive. Similarly, sometimes I'm just in the mood for some good old-fashioned action, violence and gore. Lovely-jubbly.
Alrighty, let's get started with Kingdom Under Fire: Circle of Doom. And with a title that dramatic I was expecting a story deep enough to drown a giraffe in. A giraffe with gills. Either that or a really poor Japanese translation, but I preferred the giraffe thing. First impressions were good, with an instruction manual that thick I was expecting all my bottles of Frijj to explode, and to play a game more complicated than advance astronomy. Well, after playing Blacksite, I was all for something with a decent story and some interesting gameplay mechanics.
Don't get me wrong, I do like a good RPG. In fact, Fable is one of my favourite games and I've spent the most part of my life following the Zelda series. Sometimes I like nothing more than playing a game with a good story, getting sucked in and appreciating the talent involved in development. Call me a geek, but I like a game to be like a good movie, only interactive. Similarly, sometimes I'm just in the mood for some good old-fashioned action, violence and gore. Lovely-jubbly.
Alrighty, let's get started with Kingdom Under Fire: Circle of Doom. And with a title that dramatic I was expecting a story deep enough to drown a giraffe in. A giraffe with gills. Either that or a really poor Japanese translation, but I preferred the giraffe thing. First impressions were good, with an instruction manual that thick I was expecting all my bottles of Frijj to explode, and to play a game more complicated than advance astronomy. Well, after playing Blacksite, I was all for something with a decent story and some interesting gameplay mechanics.
Things started going badly very soon when I spotted the interesting fact on the back of the box (I know, most people read the box before even seeing the instruction book, but I wasn't buying it though, was I?), that mentioned something about randomly generated environments. Now, last time I played a game with randomly generated maps was Dark Cloud - one of my first games for the PS2. Which I began to hate with a passion after my favourite weapon was destroyed and my save file was lost. Dark Cloud betrayed me like a lover and I always hated it's silly randomly generated maps.
So with that in mind, I set my sites nice and low for Circle of Doom, hoping that the Japanese love of overly complicated stories in games would cheer me up. That rollercoaster done with, I started the game. When you start a new game, you're asked to choose a character from a list of people who I'd imagine are probably well known in the KUF series, and I thought the best idea to start with would be a a fast character with the best trade off against power I could find. For some bizarre reason you're offered the choice between someone who is "very fast but very weak" and someone who is "very fast but weak". I chose the latter, safe in the knowledge that eventually I'd be able to find some form of super armour and a massive sword to make up for the skinny bloke with a worrying dedication to acrobatics.
The game then starts with a very odd cutscene... immediately followed by a tutorial in some field somewhere. A short and sweet tutorial, teaching you the basics of moving (left thumb) and fighting (right thumb), but leaving me wondering how to talk to all the wonderful and interesting people I'd need to acquire knowledge from in order to succeed, as all the traditional buttons had been placed directly in control of no fewer than two sharp objects each.
Nevermind, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, to the quest! Ah yeah, about that...
Having played the game for about 4 hours, I didn't actually come across a story of any kind. I came across a lot of bad guys, but the story remained more illusive than a healthy meal at McDonalds. Teases and promises, but only delivering something minuscule and still, at the end of the day, bad for you. That was alright though, because I was quite happy hacking my way through hoards of little lizard men for no apparent reason, confident I'd figure out what was going on once I got out of this bleeding forest.
Speaking of which, the combat worked well against the hoards of things Circle of Doom chose to send my way, with the cooldown bar thing meaning I had to put some thought into which of the numerous attack buttons to press; knowing that pressing the almost-one-hit-kill-button would leave me temporarily defenceless while I developed a symbiotic partnership with a bunch of lizards in a very uncomfortable region. And it also lead me to the conclusion that the best time to use said button was on the rather larger, more angry looking lizard. Presumably angry because I'd just slaughtered his entire offspring under the cue of dramatic music, having not considered they wanted to say hello. Who knows, maybe if I'd just said "hello" rather than reaching for two katanas, I would have made a lot of interesting new friends and not had to spend the next four hours fighting wave after wave of angry people.
Can we just stop a minute and focus on something.
"spend the next four hours fighting wave after wave of angry people".
I wasn't kidding. I played this game for more than four hours and so far hadn't stopped to so much as read a bloody road sign. All that had happened at this point was I'd left a place with a thoroughly disturbing Japanese name, stabbed a giant turtle with a small arsenal of sharp objects, and worked my way through another place with a slightly less disturbing Japanese name.
Disturbingly Japanese places? Stabby boss battles? More linearity than the day is long?
Yes. It took me more than four hours to realise I'd been playing a rip off of Devil May Cry, without any of the style and absolutely no gun-toting. This now left me bewildered by the option in the, well it wasn't a pause menu seeing as how you have to press "back" to get to it, of "quests", seeing as all there would ever be in this game to do was to kill things and collect gold and health potions. By chance (seriously, I was button mashing), I found out that these quests were goals you had to achieve to earn new abilities, and you set them by talking to someone while you "sleep". Which, I guess, also cleared up why a) you could sleep at all, and b) why a promiscuous vampire would be dreaming about a weird old man.
If the list of achievements was anything to go by, then Circle of Doom was planning on defining its name by being a bland and repetitive hack and slash game launched too close to Devil May Cry 4 for another 7 crappy areas, broken up into about 4 areas each, and each area getting progressively darker until the point where you can only guess where your enemies are by mashing the control pad for an hour straight and listening out for the contact from your swords. As if that wasn't enough, the game finally managed to piss me right off by decided for no reason whatsoever, that the boss area for the region I'd just battled through was locked, just to shake things up a bit. With a complete lack of keys, switches and any other interaction with the environment, I decided I'd had enough and decided to finally start playing Mass Effect.
Now you see, Mas Effect is a game I bought initially for two reasons. First, from what I've seen the graphics looked better than any RPG I'd every played before; and second, because there was a screw-up at work, so I got the collectors edition for £20 a week after it came out, rather than forking out the ugly side of £40 for the standard version. Bargain. (For you Americans out there, double those numbers and it'll probably make more sense to you).
I played Mass Effect briefly, taking great care setting everything up just right to play a game following in the footsteps of Knights of the Old Republic (as this was a big game, and I wanted to make the most of this new, improved version), and I was then told after but 20 minutes that my parents were kicking me out and getting a place of their own. Eventually I managed to have another attempt, and was rewarded with two hours of sublime RPG-age, until my brother came home and implied he'd quite like to watch rugby instead. After that two hours, I realised that to play Mass Effect, I was going to need to dedicate quite a lot of time to it, so I wouldn't forget what the hell I was doing, thus saving me from diving into the Massive journal. But seriously, it's a great game, seems really really big and I look forward to playing it properly some more.
Hmm? Oh yeah, Circle of Doom. It is in fact a repetitive circle of... well, doom and I wish I'd spent the last few days doing something with a more clear future, say stabbing myself in the legs a few hundred times. Not so recently I mentioned that Crackdown was really sparse in the story department. By comparison, being a supercop taking down three gangs by any means possible because you're told to classes as a best selling novel alongside Circle of Doom; which couldn't even boast any interesting gameplay features. Or features at all for that matter. Kudos go to my 360, however, for actually managing to generate the levels for me to fight in, where the designers gave up and decided to follow the story team down to the pub.
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
Backside
A more appropriate title for this week's game, Blacksite. Or as Midway really wanted to call it "Six Gears of Rainbow War", but probably themselves realised that although they copied both games and mashed them together, they didn't do a good enough job to even get away with plagiarism.
And that, I guess, sets the tone for this review. Let me explain this whole plagiarism thing. First off, they've jumped on the recent bandwagon of making an FPS and immediately using the Unreal engine, rather than being, I don't know, unique. And fair enough, as anyone who's played Gears of War will know, the Unreal engine is quite good. But that by no means guarantees a decent game. That, I swear, is all the geeky, nerdy, technobabble out of the way. It's average drooling Joe Triggerhappy from here on.
An immediate comparison with Gears can be made: it's Earth, and weird aliens come out of the floor. There's also the annoying fact that the bullets appear to be at melting point in each game, which didn't bother me too much in Gears, but that was because there was a frigging chainsaw at the end of the gun, so I assumed the bullets were supposed to be superheated in some form of military strategy to deliver more hurtin' to those Locust scum.
Ahem.
The reason the glowing bullets doesn't work in Blacksite is primarily down to the fact that it's supposed to be present day with real, present day human weapons. There's also the fact that the game itself is so downright annoying to play. Other critics have criticised the game for being too short and having limited multiplayer functions. Personally, I'm glad it's short and I can't play it with my friends. I was glad I'd finished it, knowing I'd never have to play it again, and I like my friends too much to put them through it too.
By now you're probably wondering about the other random words I appear to have used as an alternative name for Blacksite. Try them the other way around. That's right, Rainbow Six. I liked Rainbow Six, even though it was the most frustratingly difficult shooting game - actually, it's probably the most difficult game, end of - I've ever played. That was fine though, it just made me certain there was no way in hell I'd survive 5 minutes in any form of military career, putting my lazy mind to rest knowing there was one more painful job prospect I could cross off my list.
The two simple feature remarkably similar to Rainbow Six in Blacksite are a), it's also an FPS (sorry, but I had to start somewhere), and b), it utilises point and click squad command. That's where the similarities end, although they could have ended before the squad bit because it's frankly, God-awful. And pointless. Midway tried to cover up how pointless this was by having a squad morale message pop up every few seconds saying whether your soldiers were having a jolly good time or not. Personally, if I was standing in the only wet part of Nevada, I wouldn't be too happy about it, let alone if I was being shot at by anything at all.
Commanding the squad, both members, is useless. If you tell them to go anywhere that isn't surrounded by allied tanks, they'll sure as hell come running back after a few seconds, bringing some new, heavily-armed friends with them. Should you be dumb enough to ask them to shoot an enemy, they'll probably be happy to do so, after they run back to the armoury as far away as possible, have a picnic, then spend a few days choosing which gun would be best for the job but also be reasonably fashionable. The only reason I bothered to give them a target was because it gave the victim a big red circle over his head, so I knew where the hell he was hiding.
Before I get too far into the mechanics of battle and everything else that's wrong with this game, I'd like to take a minute to tell you of my first impressions of this game. When starting the game, the only imformation you get is that you're either a soldier, a prisoner, a terrorist, of an odd combination of the three, somewhere that's probably Iraq. You only know this because you start off in the back of what looks like a shed, facing two American soldiers who aren't shooting you (which definately means you're not British), and for some reason there are two goats.
Actually I lie. There's a screen that says "Iraq, Three Years Ago" before you end up in this shed with goats and Americans. It turns out that despite this box being clearly made of wood with a floor made entirely of grass wasn't a shed after all, it was supposed to be a truck. Obviously things go tits-up and you have to start shooting people, but not the Americans, so you're probably an American too. That's about all the backstory you're getting sunshine, even if you read the instruction book, which for some reason tells you one of the soldiers plays American Football, probably in some closet-denial attempt regarding the size and shininess of his arms. Seriously. I didn't notice until about half way through the game that my character was called "Piers". Then when I looked back at the book it was "Pierce" these dim-witted morons were trying to say.
Next was a simple observation, but is it just me, or is overly-muscular-probably-in-the closet-guy-with-beard voiced by the same guy who did one of the dubs for Vegeta in Dragonball Z? If it was, he sure as hell wasn't proud of it, seeing as no one bothered to put it on his Wikipedia page, or the Blacksite page itself.
And this final first impression is that everyone in the game seems to be imiting some kind of weird aura (which supports my Dragonball Z theory, incidentally), which had me worried that the twist in the story was that I'd actually spend the last few hours shooting angels and was working my way up to Jesus himself.
Enough of that, back to the terrible squad command thingy. One thing you'll immediately notice is that, although you probably wont remember his name, your character is totally inept and needs his good chums to press every button and open every door for him, in a similar relationship between a mother and her baby. Who's drunk. Which one's drunk? Both. It's something to that effect, trust me. As such, you never get to enjoy the simple pleasures of most FPS's, which is setting high explosives, then choosing when to make them go big-badda-boom. This left me calling for Vageta (as I spent the rest of the game calling him because his real name was so gay) to plant explosives for me. This was a mistake because it took him 10 minutes to get back when he'd done, I suspect because he was busy tripping over the massive erection he got from playing with bombs.
Somewhere later on in the first "chapter" (as all games are determined to call them, because apparently it's not cool for a game to have "levels" anymore) Vegeta made some references to Star Wars and the Death Star while we drove through... hang on, what the hell were flood controls doing in Iraq? You know, the chase scene in Terminator 2... the bit GTA San Andreas ripped off in a suprisingly witty manner? No? Philistine. Anyway, literally 30 seconds after these references, I came across a big sign with (seriously) "Tatooine" written on it. At that point I left the room in disgust for a few minutes.
Speaking of disgust, Blacksite is home to some downright shameful advertising with Dodge. The second vehicle you see in the game is a Dodge... as are the five conveniently stuck in traffic directly ahead of it. I mean, obvious Dodge's. Big, new, horrible, chuncky things that aren't going to be anything else even if you slapped a GreenPeace tarp over them. And I know Dodge advertised in Crackdown too, but the adverts were in actual billboards. Billboards that turn into scoreboards when you look at them. This is something very different. After all, I remember Crackdown using a phrase such as "...and it's about to hit the fan", which gave me a cheap giggle, having pictured that scene from Aeroplane! as soon as I heard it. I swear, the following is a very accurate line of dialoge from Blacksite:
"Quick, get behind that car. Damn! A Dodge Avenger! This thing's brand new!"
I immediately shot my comrade for that shameful piece advertising in an attempt to remind him that the big ugly aliens are the priority right now, partially because they were shooting at us with sniper rifles, mostly because no one wants a Dodge that isn't a Viper.
Next, we get to the part of the game that highlights it's biggest frigging flaw. Two things are universally accepted as "not fun" in any FPS. 1) Dying. 2) Infinate respawning enemies. These are two things that occurred a lot in Blacksite, always going hand in hand like a newly wed couple with a penchant for getting under my skin. In fact, just like any newly wed couple then.
When playing an FPS and put in a situation in which everyone is shooting at you, the sensible thing to do is to take cover and take your time changing the odds with Ol' Killy in your hands. At no point is it ever a good idea to cheese it to your goal when it's surrounded by enemies with big guns, then start worrying about defending yourself. Should you use that tried and tested tactic on chapter 3, you're going to be playing Blacksite for much longer than anyone ever intended, should you actually bother sticking to playing at all. This simply because of the unlimited supply of pain from the side of the corner you can't see while cowering in a pool of your own urine.
I would also like to mention that Pierce once decided that 3 seconds before a checkpoint was a great time to have a heart attack. Having just killed the last of the big bad aliens between me and my goal, he just died on his own, leaving me to plough through the blasted mess of aliens and the aforementioned pain.
Now, I'm being cruel to Blacksite, so I guess I should pay it its dues by giving it a well deserved award. So, Midway, if you're reading, I present to you "Marksman of the Year Award". I know, I know, it's still early in the year, but you deserve it for Blacksite. No other game has ever been able to show me an enemy with the ability to shoot me, with an assault rifle, from half a mile away, through a fence, some trees and a few layers of American pickup truck in the face. Congratulations, you vicious bunch of b******s.
I did learn, however, from Blacksite something about America I've never known before. And that is that American suburban houses are really really big. I mean, even playing as a trio of 6ft something marines, I felt dwarfed when I entered a family home, only to find the ceiling... somewhere up there I'm suprised my eyes could focus on.
Swiftly back on track, Blacksite has a really annoying feature, wherein it will reset you to your default armourments (excluding grenades, because they're pretty useful) after every blackout. Yes, blackout. Not checkpoint, or end of level. It occassionally get's bored mid-level and decides to warp you to somewhere more interesting you probably don't want to be.
My final two bones to pick with this game are the horrendous framerate issues (sorry, technobabbe again), which I can honestly say are worse than any other console game I've ever played. Then there's the fact that due to some glitch at the end of chapter 3, manly man Somers (pronounced Summers) decided to thank the guys for saving him by giving us all what looked like a pole dance in the helicopter, because he sure as hell wasn't sitting down.
The most annoying thing about this game though, is that it's not really as bad as I thought it'd be, having played the demo. Yeah, it's annoying. Yeah, the "advacned AI" promised turned out to be in reference to how much pointless messing around your team mates can get up to rather than helping you. But it does manage one principle of FPS games. You're not a superhuman. So on that basis, you're not going to fly through the game having never spilt a drop of blood. That said, however, I strongly recommend against buying this. Don't even rent it. See it in the shop, look at it like it just fed you sour milk, and walk past.
And that, I guess, sets the tone for this review. Let me explain this whole plagiarism thing. First off, they've jumped on the recent bandwagon of making an FPS and immediately using the Unreal engine, rather than being, I don't know, unique. And fair enough, as anyone who's played Gears of War will know, the Unreal engine is quite good. But that by no means guarantees a decent game. That, I swear, is all the geeky, nerdy, technobabble out of the way. It's average drooling Joe Triggerhappy from here on.
An immediate comparison with Gears can be made: it's Earth, and weird aliens come out of the floor. There's also the annoying fact that the bullets appear to be at melting point in each game, which didn't bother me too much in Gears, but that was because there was a frigging chainsaw at the end of the gun, so I assumed the bullets were supposed to be superheated in some form of military strategy to deliver more hurtin' to those Locust scum.
Ahem.
The reason the glowing bullets doesn't work in Blacksite is primarily down to the fact that it's supposed to be present day with real, present day human weapons. There's also the fact that the game itself is so downright annoying to play. Other critics have criticised the game for being too short and having limited multiplayer functions. Personally, I'm glad it's short and I can't play it with my friends. I was glad I'd finished it, knowing I'd never have to play it again, and I like my friends too much to put them through it too.
By now you're probably wondering about the other random words I appear to have used as an alternative name for Blacksite. Try them the other way around. That's right, Rainbow Six. I liked Rainbow Six, even though it was the most frustratingly difficult shooting game - actually, it's probably the most difficult game, end of - I've ever played. That was fine though, it just made me certain there was no way in hell I'd survive 5 minutes in any form of military career, putting my lazy mind to rest knowing there was one more painful job prospect I could cross off my list.
The two simple feature remarkably similar to Rainbow Six in Blacksite are a), it's also an FPS (sorry, but I had to start somewhere), and b), it utilises point and click squad command. That's where the similarities end, although they could have ended before the squad bit because it's frankly, God-awful. And pointless. Midway tried to cover up how pointless this was by having a squad morale message pop up every few seconds saying whether your soldiers were having a jolly good time or not. Personally, if I was standing in the only wet part of Nevada, I wouldn't be too happy about it, let alone if I was being shot at by anything at all.
Commanding the squad, both members, is useless. If you tell them to go anywhere that isn't surrounded by allied tanks, they'll sure as hell come running back after a few seconds, bringing some new, heavily-armed friends with them. Should you be dumb enough to ask them to shoot an enemy, they'll probably be happy to do so, after they run back to the armoury as far away as possible, have a picnic, then spend a few days choosing which gun would be best for the job but also be reasonably fashionable. The only reason I bothered to give them a target was because it gave the victim a big red circle over his head, so I knew where the hell he was hiding.
Before I get too far into the mechanics of battle and everything else that's wrong with this game, I'd like to take a minute to tell you of my first impressions of this game. When starting the game, the only imformation you get is that you're either a soldier, a prisoner, a terrorist, of an odd combination of the three, somewhere that's probably Iraq. You only know this because you start off in the back of what looks like a shed, facing two American soldiers who aren't shooting you (which definately means you're not British), and for some reason there are two goats.
Actually I lie. There's a screen that says "Iraq, Three Years Ago" before you end up in this shed with goats and Americans. It turns out that despite this box being clearly made of wood with a floor made entirely of grass wasn't a shed after all, it was supposed to be a truck. Obviously things go tits-up and you have to start shooting people, but not the Americans, so you're probably an American too. That's about all the backstory you're getting sunshine, even if you read the instruction book, which for some reason tells you one of the soldiers plays American Football, probably in some closet-denial attempt regarding the size and shininess of his arms. Seriously. I didn't notice until about half way through the game that my character was called "Piers". Then when I looked back at the book it was "Pierce" these dim-witted morons were trying to say.
Next was a simple observation, but is it just me, or is overly-muscular-probably-in-the closet-guy-with-beard voiced by the same guy who did one of the dubs for Vegeta in Dragonball Z? If it was, he sure as hell wasn't proud of it, seeing as no one bothered to put it on his Wikipedia page, or the Blacksite page itself.
And this final first impression is that everyone in the game seems to be imiting some kind of weird aura (which supports my Dragonball Z theory, incidentally), which had me worried that the twist in the story was that I'd actually spend the last few hours shooting angels and was working my way up to Jesus himself.
Enough of that, back to the terrible squad command thingy. One thing you'll immediately notice is that, although you probably wont remember his name, your character is totally inept and needs his good chums to press every button and open every door for him, in a similar relationship between a mother and her baby. Who's drunk. Which one's drunk? Both. It's something to that effect, trust me. As such, you never get to enjoy the simple pleasures of most FPS's, which is setting high explosives, then choosing when to make them go big-badda-boom. This left me calling for Vageta (as I spent the rest of the game calling him because his real name was so gay) to plant explosives for me. This was a mistake because it took him 10 minutes to get back when he'd done, I suspect because he was busy tripping over the massive erection he got from playing with bombs.
Somewhere later on in the first "chapter" (as all games are determined to call them, because apparently it's not cool for a game to have "levels" anymore) Vegeta made some references to Star Wars and the Death Star while we drove through... hang on, what the hell were flood controls doing in Iraq? You know, the chase scene in Terminator 2... the bit GTA San Andreas ripped off in a suprisingly witty manner? No? Philistine. Anyway, literally 30 seconds after these references, I came across a big sign with (seriously) "Tatooine" written on it. At that point I left the room in disgust for a few minutes.
Speaking of disgust, Blacksite is home to some downright shameful advertising with Dodge. The second vehicle you see in the game is a Dodge... as are the five conveniently stuck in traffic directly ahead of it. I mean, obvious Dodge's. Big, new, horrible, chuncky things that aren't going to be anything else even if you slapped a GreenPeace tarp over them. And I know Dodge advertised in Crackdown too, but the adverts were in actual billboards. Billboards that turn into scoreboards when you look at them. This is something very different. After all, I remember Crackdown using a phrase such as "...and it's about to hit the fan", which gave me a cheap giggle, having pictured that scene from Aeroplane! as soon as I heard it. I swear, the following is a very accurate line of dialoge from Blacksite:
"Quick, get behind that car. Damn! A Dodge Avenger! This thing's brand new!"
I immediately shot my comrade for that shameful piece advertising in an attempt to remind him that the big ugly aliens are the priority right now, partially because they were shooting at us with sniper rifles, mostly because no one wants a Dodge that isn't a Viper.
Next, we get to the part of the game that highlights it's biggest frigging flaw. Two things are universally accepted as "not fun" in any FPS. 1) Dying. 2) Infinate respawning enemies. These are two things that occurred a lot in Blacksite, always going hand in hand like a newly wed couple with a penchant for getting under my skin. In fact, just like any newly wed couple then.
When playing an FPS and put in a situation in which everyone is shooting at you, the sensible thing to do is to take cover and take your time changing the odds with Ol' Killy in your hands. At no point is it ever a good idea to cheese it to your goal when it's surrounded by enemies with big guns, then start worrying about defending yourself. Should you use that tried and tested tactic on chapter 3, you're going to be playing Blacksite for much longer than anyone ever intended, should you actually bother sticking to playing at all. This simply because of the unlimited supply of pain from the side of the corner you can't see while cowering in a pool of your own urine.
I would also like to mention that Pierce once decided that 3 seconds before a checkpoint was a great time to have a heart attack. Having just killed the last of the big bad aliens between me and my goal, he just died on his own, leaving me to plough through the blasted mess of aliens and the aforementioned pain.
Now, I'm being cruel to Blacksite, so I guess I should pay it its dues by giving it a well deserved award. So, Midway, if you're reading, I present to you "Marksman of the Year Award". I know, I know, it's still early in the year, but you deserve it for Blacksite. No other game has ever been able to show me an enemy with the ability to shoot me, with an assault rifle, from half a mile away, through a fence, some trees and a few layers of American pickup truck in the face. Congratulations, you vicious bunch of b******s.
I did learn, however, from Blacksite something about America I've never known before. And that is that American suburban houses are really really big. I mean, even playing as a trio of 6ft something marines, I felt dwarfed when I entered a family home, only to find the ceiling... somewhere up there I'm suprised my eyes could focus on.
Swiftly back on track, Blacksite has a really annoying feature, wherein it will reset you to your default armourments (excluding grenades, because they're pretty useful) after every blackout. Yes, blackout. Not checkpoint, or end of level. It occassionally get's bored mid-level and decides to warp you to somewhere more interesting you probably don't want to be.
My final two bones to pick with this game are the horrendous framerate issues (sorry, technobabbe again), which I can honestly say are worse than any other console game I've ever played. Then there's the fact that due to some glitch at the end of chapter 3, manly man Somers (pronounced Summers) decided to thank the guys for saving him by giving us all what looked like a pole dance in the helicopter, because he sure as hell wasn't sitting down.
The most annoying thing about this game though, is that it's not really as bad as I thought it'd be, having played the demo. Yeah, it's annoying. Yeah, the "advacned AI" promised turned out to be in reference to how much pointless messing around your team mates can get up to rather than helping you. But it does manage one principle of FPS games. You're not a superhuman. So on that basis, you're not going to fly through the game having never spilt a drop of blood. That said, however, I strongly recommend against buying this. Don't even rent it. See it in the shop, look at it like it just fed you sour milk, and walk past.
The Wonderous Applications of Facebook
I've been asked to list my top 10 applications on Facebook, and being one of those people who chooses to ignore most requests on Facebook, I've managed to come up with these:
Addicted to Scrubs
Chuck Norris
Friends for Sale
Likeness
Superbad
Videogames
What Type of Music are You?
All about me
Super Mario Worlds
Texas Hold 'em Poker
I can start by categorising these applications, mostly to make it easier and faster to describe them.
The Obsessive:
Addicted to Scrubs
Friends for Sale
Texas Hold 'em
Super Mario Worlds
These are the applications I have found to turn the user into a hyper-obsessive, foaming-at-the-mouth, twitchy mess. Anyone who's played Texas Hold 'em for longer than 5 minutes will understand. I myself use a version on the Xbox 360, and frequently spend hours playing, so I don't actually use the Facebook one much, but it's still damn addictive. Addictive to Scrubs is addictive, in my eyes, because of the trivia section. Now that sounds dull, but it actually gives me the upper hand on another community website I use, which has a Scrubs trivia thread in the forums. It also gives you points and a classification, which for some reason, I quite like. Super Mario Worlds is a rather excellent interpretation of the SNES game, Super Mario World. Now, I am aware there are plenty of other flash versions of 15 year old SNES games available, and plenty of emulators for all you pirates out there (because piracy is bad, kids), but being able to play Mario on Facebook quite a novelty. This one falls into obsessive, because it has that classic Mario element: frustratingly and embarrassingly difficult, being able to fall to your doom all too easily. And finally, Friends for Sale. I like this for one reason, it has people bidding over me, making me more and more valuable. Boo-yeah.
Stuff to see if you're anything like your friends anymore:
Likeness
Well, what can I say, it's the only decent "comparing personalities" application I can find, seeing as how Movies only has one quiz and it keeps suggesting I should consider divorcing all my friends. Oh yeah, loads of my friends use it too, so it's one of my few applications that can work properly.
Things to Show Your Friends:
Chuck Norris
Superbad
What Type of Music are You
All about me
I like these ones becasue they're random assortments of things to show to your friends and a subtle way of shoving your believes up their ar- I mean, down their throats. Basically, I try using these as a subtle hint as to what people should get me for my birthday. Unfortunately, no one was listening this year.
The Downright Geeky:
Videogames
This is what happens when I start getting too close to my Xbox 360 for my own good. In the same way I like showing off my gaming accomplishments with my Gamercard and Gamerscore to, well, no one actually cares that much. But basically, it's a way of me showing what games I own and what games I'm waiting for. That's about all I use it for.
Now, I have to pit two of these applications against each other in a battle to the death. The winner, will be hailed as a decent Facebook Application. The loser, will probably not be mentioned all to much in the future with few consequences come to think of it.
Chuck Norris vs. Friends for Sale
I believe that I should better explain these applications. The Chuck Norris application is a button you can put on your Facebook profile, each time it's clicked, a new Chuck Norris fact is displayed. My current favourite is the NASA one:
"Chuck Norris once bet NASA he could survive re-entry without a spacesuit. On July 19th, 1999, a naked Chuck Norris re-entered the earth's atmosphere, streaking over 14 states and reaching a temperature of 3000 degrees. An embarrassed NASA publicly claimed it was a meteor, and still owes him a beer."
Addicted to Scrubs
Chuck Norris
Friends for Sale
Likeness
Superbad
Videogames
What Type of Music are You?
All about me
Super Mario Worlds
Texas Hold 'em Poker
I can start by categorising these applications, mostly to make it easier and faster to describe them.
The Obsessive:
Addicted to Scrubs
Friends for Sale
Texas Hold 'em
Super Mario Worlds
These are the applications I have found to turn the user into a hyper-obsessive, foaming-at-the-mouth, twitchy mess. Anyone who's played Texas Hold 'em for longer than 5 minutes will understand. I myself use a version on the Xbox 360, and frequently spend hours playing, so I don't actually use the Facebook one much, but it's still damn addictive. Addictive to Scrubs is addictive, in my eyes, because of the trivia section. Now that sounds dull, but it actually gives me the upper hand on another community website I use, which has a Scrubs trivia thread in the forums. It also gives you points and a classification, which for some reason, I quite like. Super Mario Worlds is a rather excellent interpretation of the SNES game, Super Mario World. Now, I am aware there are plenty of other flash versions of 15 year old SNES games available, and plenty of emulators for all you pirates out there (because piracy is bad, kids), but being able to play Mario on Facebook quite a novelty. This one falls into obsessive, because it has that classic Mario element: frustratingly and embarrassingly difficult, being able to fall to your doom all too easily. And finally, Friends for Sale. I like this for one reason, it has people bidding over me, making me more and more valuable. Boo-yeah.
Stuff to see if you're anything like your friends anymore:
Likeness
Well, what can I say, it's the only decent "comparing personalities" application I can find, seeing as how Movies only has one quiz and it keeps suggesting I should consider divorcing all my friends. Oh yeah, loads of my friends use it too, so it's one of my few applications that can work properly.
Things to Show Your Friends:
Chuck Norris
Superbad
What Type of Music are You
All about me
I like these ones becasue they're random assortments of things to show to your friends and a subtle way of shoving your believes up their ar- I mean, down their throats. Basically, I try using these as a subtle hint as to what people should get me for my birthday. Unfortunately, no one was listening this year.
The Downright Geeky:
Videogames
This is what happens when I start getting too close to my Xbox 360 for my own good. In the same way I like showing off my gaming accomplishments with my Gamercard and Gamerscore to, well, no one actually cares that much. But basically, it's a way of me showing what games I own and what games I'm waiting for. That's about all I use it for.
Now, I have to pit two of these applications against each other in a battle to the death. The winner, will be hailed as a decent Facebook Application. The loser, will probably not be mentioned all to much in the future with few consequences come to think of it.
Chuck Norris vs. Friends for Sale
I believe that I should better explain these applications. The Chuck Norris application is a button you can put on your Facebook profile, each time it's clicked, a new Chuck Norris fact is displayed. My current favourite is the NASA one:
"Chuck Norris once bet NASA he could survive re-entry without a spacesuit. On July 19th, 1999, a naked Chuck Norris re-entered the earth's atmosphere, streaking over 14 states and reaching a temperature of 3000 degrees. An embarrassed NASA publicly claimed it was a meteor, and still owes him a beer."
Friends For Sale gives everyone on Facebook a starting price of $500, and around $1000 virtual cash. You can then buy your friends as pets, and they can be bought back off you by other people, each time increasing their value, and they get a cut of the profits from the sale to increase their virtual cash. It's the most effective way to promote capitalism and vanity simultaneously.
And now, the judgement! My chosen favourite Facebook Application is...
...Friends for Sale!
That's right, this is just about the only application I pay attention to notifications for. I like knowing who wants me as a pet and I like keeping track of who keeps buying my bloody pets off me, then giving them nicknames like "My Biatch Now!". Lovely.
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