Misadventures in Gaming
I was playing Tomb Raider with my mate. He likes multiplayer shooters like The Division and Destiny and I like story driven single player games like Spider-Man and Horizon Zero Dawn, so the Tomb Raider games are the one thing we can agree to play together.
So we're playing away, passing the controller back and forth, and he goes: "Have you ever noticed that you keep shooting the bad guys in the penis?"
And the worst part of it is, now that's he's pointed it out, he's right, I do like a good dick shot.
As for Tomb Raider, I liked it. I can see why Lara/Sam was a femslash flash in the pan back when it first came out, and I wish they'd kept Sam around for the subsequent games. There were too many quick-time events though, and I spent too much of the game going: 'that was a cool action scene, I wish I'd been involved in it somehow.' It was probably a better Tomb Raider movie than that last Tomb Raider movie, if only because I dig femslash potential more than daddy issues.
I played the free demo of Monster Hunter World last week. By the way, every time I'm given a character creator my character comes out looking like a cross between Daenerys Targaryen and a member of the Icelandic women's football team. That probably tells you more about me than you really needed to know. The character creator might actually have been my favourite part of the game because I got to create my own little cat companion, wearing a little cat cap and aviator's goggles. And you could hang around the hub world getting a posse of cat chefs to make you drool worthy looking food, and by that point I'd forgotten all about hunting monsters.
And the thing about the actual monster hunting was that if the fight goes on for a bit the monsters will try to run away from you, they limp and hold their wee eldrich claws up, and cry to themselves, and at that point I don't want to kill them, I want to befriend them and nurse them back to health.
The other thing is, and this is why my mate has utterly failed to get me into looter shooters, the gameplay loop of: 'kill stuff to get better gear to kill more stuff to get better gear to kill more, etc, etc.' does nothing for me. I need a hook, a plot, characters that I can care about. I expressed this to my mate and found a copy of Red Dead Redemption 2 pressed into my hot little hands.
I've only just started it so I don't really have much to say except that the button prompt to wish someone a jaunty good day should not be the same button prompt as the one to shoot them in the fucking face.
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So we're playing away, passing the controller back and forth, and he goes: "Have you ever noticed that you keep shooting the bad guys in the penis?"
And the worst part of it is, now that's he's pointed it out, he's right, I do like a good dick shot.
As for Tomb Raider, I liked it. I can see why Lara/Sam was a femslash flash in the pan back when it first came out, and I wish they'd kept Sam around for the subsequent games. There were too many quick-time events though, and I spent too much of the game going: 'that was a cool action scene, I wish I'd been involved in it somehow.' It was probably a better Tomb Raider movie than that last Tomb Raider movie, if only because I dig femslash potential more than daddy issues.
I played the free demo of Monster Hunter World last week. By the way, every time I'm given a character creator my character comes out looking like a cross between Daenerys Targaryen and a member of the Icelandic women's football team. That probably tells you more about me than you really needed to know. The character creator might actually have been my favourite part of the game because I got to create my own little cat companion, wearing a little cat cap and aviator's goggles. And you could hang around the hub world getting a posse of cat chefs to make you drool worthy looking food, and by that point I'd forgotten all about hunting monsters.
And the thing about the actual monster hunting was that if the fight goes on for a bit the monsters will try to run away from you, they limp and hold their wee eldrich claws up, and cry to themselves, and at that point I don't want to kill them, I want to befriend them and nurse them back to health.
The other thing is, and this is why my mate has utterly failed to get me into looter shooters, the gameplay loop of: 'kill stuff to get better gear to kill more stuff to get better gear to kill more, etc, etc.' does nothing for me. I need a hook, a plot, characters that I can care about. I expressed this to my mate and found a copy of Red Dead Redemption 2 pressed into my hot little hands.
I've only just started it so I don't really have much to say except that the button prompt to wish someone a jaunty good day should not be the same button prompt as the one to shoot them in the fucking face.
This entry was originally posted at https://netgirl-y2k.dreamwidth.org/198127.html with
comments. Please comment wherever you prefer.