Taking up all the good oxygen.
2009 was a wholly less productive than the year before with significantly less reviews thrown out, but it still only took two extra days to finish the Alpha-marathon challenge. Though Iíll most probably run it as long as Iím associated with the site, Iím not as confident of finishing as I have been in previous years. For several reasons, 2010 is probably going to be a year where writing, here and elsewhere, has to take a backseat to more pressing concerns.
That said, I went and made this huge time-consuming habit of writing up a summary of what Iíd written in the year, so I suppose I should make an effort to carry that on. All five of you whoíll read have my condolences.
Beneath a Steel Sky:
Sometimes clusmy but often brilliant. A fitting foundation to Revolutions opus, Broken Sword
Despite myself, I can't help but quite enjoy this game. I can feel Venter smirking from here.
Guilty Gear 2: Overture
I can;t decide if I like this game or not. It's an odd mix of Guilty Gear lore mixed with Drakengard and Herzog Zwei. Really bloody weird!
Repulsivly adorable, but very, very samey.
Should be more fun than it actually is.
7 Wonders II
Shouldn't be as fun as it actually is.
I'll tell you, blog topic header. I sat on my roof with a super soaker and the laptop and shot any kids coming up my driveway. Shot them with streams of water mixed with red food dye.
I put it to you, phantom readers, that I had the best Halloween of all of us.
Raven Squad (360)
The bastard love child of a dodgy RTS and a shoddy FPS, rasied under powerlines and force-fed lead-based paint chips.
King of Fighters XII (360)
One mammoth step backwards.
FIFA '10 (360)
Still yet to get old.
Half Life 2 (360)
Still yet to become worth my time.
Zeno Clash (PC)
Unplayable due to crappy laptop. Forces you to install Steam and, therefore, lame.
Mass Effect (360)
Much like WQ, doesn't care how little free time you have and demands your immediate and unceasing attention.
A while ago now, I was tricked into seeing Terminator 4. I say tricked because when we left the house, I though we were going to the pub. When we drove past the pub, I assumed we were going to a different pub. There was no pub. There was only something that had about the same effect on my poor brain as a cerebral bore coated in pure proof vodka.
I suppose it would be fair to say that if you turned off your brain then T4 isnít an awful film. The effects are okay, thereís action aplenty and no actors in the thing are stand out awful, but the entire film seems to have been penned by particularly de-evolved monkeys. The ones you usually find working under Michel Bay.
How many of your reviews have over 1000 hits? I have a hundred. Because people dig me.