Oh shut up, it's only ten months late. Leave me be.
I was thinking, whilst on the toilet earlier, about the bizarre trend of percentage scores in games journalism. It seems to have died down a bit now, thankfully, particularly with the new load of mags and websites, but it's still something that grates. How on earth is it possible to objectively distinguish between consecutive marks out of a hundred? What is it that makes us games writers feel it necessary to evaluate the medium in such a way?
Thing is, it's fun, isn't it? Will this new game get 92 or 93 per cent? Will it get, goodness me, the rare and enviable 95 or, Christ, even 96? It's a bit of a laugh from our side too, deciding where abouts to place this particular game.
But it really is useless as an analytical tool. A ten point scale is brilliantly sufficient in separating games into a good number of categories, with a 10 representing the finest few and a 1 representing what I did while I was having this thought. In the end, does it matter whether Deus Ex is better than Half-Life, or whatever? (It is, of course, but shut up.) It's even more apparent at the low end of the scale. I could probably just about explain what's the difference between a 94 and a 95. But a 37 and a 38 - or, realistically, even a 48? Not a chance.
It's all for personal satisfaction. Plus, we're all geeks and like to be able to order things nicely, and a collection of faceless 8s doesn't do that job half as nicely as the percentage scale. Bah. It's a good laugh but it's stupid and pointless.
Plus, speaking as a reviewer, I'd sometimes rather skip the score altogether. Just read the fucking review. I spent, like, hours on it...
Played through this one in a day, scribbling the above as I went along. It's not a terrible game by any means (though you'd be forgiven for thinking it was from the first hour of play), but it's distinctly average even at its peak. Dull, predictable, and very pointy and clicky. Those all go hand in hand these days, alas.
Made a vague attempt to go to bed about two hours ago but ended up watching more Skins, which is actually embarassingly watchable verging on Actualy Quite Good. For those of you based across the pond who may not know: Skins is a UK drama series following the lives of a group of 18-year-olds in Bristol. A lot of the premises are pretty obvious but it's generally well scripted and acted, and seems to be getting better as it goes along. It's been on for a couple of years but I've only started watching it online recently. The first episode put me off majorly when it was first aired, but on the advice of my girlfriend I gave it another go. As much as people may laugh, I'm pretty glad I did.
Right. Bloody hell. Sleep. I really am shockingly tired.
Outside bet on Croatia giving Germany a hard time tomorrow, anyone?
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