Writer's Blocks don't count toward journal updates
One of these days I'm going to go back and finish that Dragon Age 30 Day Challenge, along with that Harry Potter one that I didn't get very far with. Until then, I'm just going to update what's happened since then --not much-- and then give an unsatisfactory and slightly biased "review" of Assassin's Creed: Revelations.
Still lazying about my house as I've been doing since graduating late May of this year. As anyone who has looked through my journal posts could guess, I go through fandom phases. Since my last Assassin's Creed phase, I have gone through Dragon Age, X-Men: First Class, some Firefly, Torchwood, and Doctor Who, though those last two could be counted as being in the same phase, what with the two of them being part of the same universe (or, as it is called, the 'Whoniverse'). Regardless, since the release of Assassin's Creed: Revelations, my love of AC has resurfaced. And, as that's all there is to me, really, I will now mosey on over to the "review" section of this post.
No spoilers yet, but I'm cutting it now so as to save space on both my journal and on the Friend's Pages of those who follow me (which are few, but still exist).
Ever since I saw the admittedly fantastic, amazing, froth-inducing trailer on E3, I have been sitting on the edge of my seat, tapping my fingers, twiddling my thumbs, hyperventilating in ecstasy, and just all around annoying those around me. I pre-ordered it, paid it off before hand as to make the final purchase quick and easy, and then sat around my house, waiting. I must have brought it up once, twice, twenty times a day, until the point where my family was inches away from just locking me in my room and starving me to death, just so I'd have something else to talk about.
Miraculously, everyone involved survived and finally November 15th arrived, the day I had been --Auditore-an slip! Accidently typed "bene" instead of "been" (See how crazy I am?)-- eagerly counting down to. I was practically frothing at the mouth when the employee manning the counter at our local GameStop handed the plastic-sealed game over.
Of course, when something as perfect as finally getting your hands on your personal game of the year happens, something else bad has to happen as well, just to balance it out.
The bad thing that happened: my brother decided that moment to buy Skyrim, a game that is notoriously long and is said to last over 100 hours (and by that point, you haven't even covered half of the game's content).
What. The. Fuck.
I have been waiting months for this game to release and have successfully irritated every man, woman, and child within hearing distance since the trailer aired, and my brother decides that this moment is the perfect moment to buy Skyrim. On a whim. I pre-ordered my game! I had been talking about it non-stop for months! I barely knew Skyrim existed until J bought it. Sure, he'd brought it up every once in a while, when he wasn't too busy talking about Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, and gushing over Amber Benson (which was close to never), but it had never seemed important, never seemed to be anything other than just another game that he'd buy eventually, maybe once the price had dropped a little. Then, at the last moment, on the day that he knew I wanted all to myself so I could play Revelations, he bought Skyrim.
"That's fine. Just know you aren't touching that Xbox until I'm finished with Revelations."
"Alright."
Whatever! As soon as school was out for him (we picked him up at lunch where we proceeded to buy the games), he practically demanded that I vacate the Xbox because he wanted to play Skyrim, "just to start his character, then I'll be off." I was doubtful, but I quickly saved and let him play, settling next to my friend, A, who had come over so we could be excited about Revelations together.
Then J proceeded to play Skyrim for the next several hours. Yeah, I was anything but happy. You can't quite blame me, though. I had watched the Skyrim intro on YouTube and it seemed short enough, but, first, J had to change every aspect of the character. Why Bethesda decided you could change every aspect of your character's face I'll never understand, but J relished in it and took approximately ten minutes on each individual aspect. Cheeks, jaw, eyes, eyebrows, ears, neck, lips, hair, skin tone, the works. And those are just the subcategories. Don't even get me started on the sub-subcategories. And I thought Bioware games were ridiculous when it came to character customization. I may just be exaggerating due to not giving two fucks about the Elder Scrolls series, but it seemed excessive. Who knows, Bioware games may have the same amount of customization, but it never took me hours to create my character.
That was only the beginning: J then had to play the tutorial level, then had to look around the terrain, which he still hasn't finished doing (that world is massive). A had left by the time I could force J off the Xbox. It was ridiculous.
As revenge, I'm planning on buying a game on March 6th when Mass Effect 3 releases, just to spite him. "Oh, you've been waiting months for Mass Effect 3? Guess you'll have to wait." Ha, and he expects me to relinquish complete control of the 360 for months after ME3 hits. Whatever; if I couldn't even get a day to myself to play Revelations, then you sure as hell aren't getting months for Mass Effect.
It's not like it would have been terribly difficult to give me a few days to beat it! I beat it in approximately three days anyway! I could have beaten it before that first weekend was up, but, no, he had to commandeer the console and hide in his room for the entire weekend, leaving me with nothing but gazing longingly at the case to distract me.
It's petty, and some would argue that the wait between Mass Effect 2 - Mass Effect 3 and the wait between Assassin's Creed Brotherhood - Assassin's Creed Revelations aren't even in the same league, but on a personal level, it might as well have been. I love the AC series about as much as J loves the ME series. So, personally, they are equally important, and the fact that J doesn't see that, hadn't realized that, upsets and frustrates me. Enough to push me to being petty and buying a game and taking over the 360 for half a day the day he gets ME3.
Nothing stands between me and my Assassin's Creed game. Nothing.
I've changed my mind; the Revelations "review" is going to be a different journal, all to itself. This one got out of hand. I apologize for the rant. It was immature and, yes, I am a little spoiled, but, damn it, it really pissed me off. I needed to let off some steam.
Even if no one reads this, thanks for letting me have a place where I can rage and pout like a child.
Still lazying about my house as I've been doing since graduating late May of this year. As anyone who has looked through my journal posts could guess, I go through fandom phases. Since my last Assassin's Creed phase, I have gone through Dragon Age, X-Men: First Class, some Firefly, Torchwood, and Doctor Who, though those last two could be counted as being in the same phase, what with the two of them being part of the same universe (or, as it is called, the 'Whoniverse'). Regardless, since the release of Assassin's Creed: Revelations, my love of AC has resurfaced. And, as that's all there is to me, really, I will now mosey on over to the "review" section of this post.
No spoilers yet, but I'm cutting it now so as to save space on both my journal and on the Friend's Pages of those who follow me (which are few, but still exist).
Ever since I saw the admittedly fantastic, amazing, froth-inducing trailer on E3, I have been sitting on the edge of my seat, tapping my fingers, twiddling my thumbs, hyperventilating in ecstasy, and just all around annoying those around me. I pre-ordered it, paid it off before hand as to make the final purchase quick and easy, and then sat around my house, waiting. I must have brought it up once, twice, twenty times a day, until the point where my family was inches away from just locking me in my room and starving me to death, just so I'd have something else to talk about.
Miraculously, everyone involved survived and finally November 15th arrived, the day I had been --Auditore-an slip! Accidently typed "bene" instead of "been" (See how crazy I am?)-- eagerly counting down to. I was practically frothing at the mouth when the employee manning the counter at our local GameStop handed the plastic-sealed game over.
Of course, when something as perfect as finally getting your hands on your personal game of the year happens, something else bad has to happen as well, just to balance it out.
The bad thing that happened: my brother decided that moment to buy Skyrim, a game that is notoriously long and is said to last over 100 hours (and by that point, you haven't even covered half of the game's content).
What. The. Fuck.
I have been waiting months for this game to release and have successfully irritated every man, woman, and child within hearing distance since the trailer aired, and my brother decides that this moment is the perfect moment to buy Skyrim. On a whim. I pre-ordered my game! I had been talking about it non-stop for months! I barely knew Skyrim existed until J bought it. Sure, he'd brought it up every once in a while, when he wasn't too busy talking about Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, and gushing over Amber Benson (which was close to never), but it had never seemed important, never seemed to be anything other than just another game that he'd buy eventually, maybe once the price had dropped a little. Then, at the last moment, on the day that he knew I wanted all to myself so I could play Revelations, he bought Skyrim.
"That's fine. Just know you aren't touching that Xbox until I'm finished with Revelations."
"Alright."
Whatever! As soon as school was out for him (we picked him up at lunch where we proceeded to buy the games), he practically demanded that I vacate the Xbox because he wanted to play Skyrim, "just to start his character, then I'll be off." I was doubtful, but I quickly saved and let him play, settling next to my friend, A, who had come over so we could be excited about Revelations together.
Then J proceeded to play Skyrim for the next several hours. Yeah, I was anything but happy. You can't quite blame me, though. I had watched the Skyrim intro on YouTube and it seemed short enough, but, first, J had to change every aspect of the character. Why Bethesda decided you could change every aspect of your character's face I'll never understand, but J relished in it and took approximately ten minutes on each individual aspect. Cheeks, jaw, eyes, eyebrows, ears, neck, lips, hair, skin tone, the works. And those are just the subcategories. Don't even get me started on the sub-subcategories. And I thought Bioware games were ridiculous when it came to character customization. I may just be exaggerating due to not giving two fucks about the Elder Scrolls series, but it seemed excessive. Who knows, Bioware games may have the same amount of customization, but it never took me hours to create my character.
That was only the beginning: J then had to play the tutorial level, then had to look around the terrain, which he still hasn't finished doing (that world is massive). A had left by the time I could force J off the Xbox. It was ridiculous.
As revenge, I'm planning on buying a game on March 6th when Mass Effect 3 releases, just to spite him. "Oh, you've been waiting months for Mass Effect 3? Guess you'll have to wait." Ha, and he expects me to relinquish complete control of the 360 for months after ME3 hits. Whatever; if I couldn't even get a day to myself to play Revelations, then you sure as hell aren't getting months for Mass Effect.
It's not like it would have been terribly difficult to give me a few days to beat it! I beat it in approximately three days anyway! I could have beaten it before that first weekend was up, but, no, he had to commandeer the console and hide in his room for the entire weekend, leaving me with nothing but gazing longingly at the case to distract me.
It's petty, and some would argue that the wait between Mass Effect 2 - Mass Effect 3 and the wait between Assassin's Creed Brotherhood - Assassin's Creed Revelations aren't even in the same league, but on a personal level, it might as well have been. I love the AC series about as much as J loves the ME series. So, personally, they are equally important, and the fact that J doesn't see that, hadn't realized that, upsets and frustrates me. Enough to push me to being petty and buying a game and taking over the 360 for half a day the day he gets ME3.
Nothing stands between me and my Assassin's Creed game. Nothing.
I've changed my mind; the Revelations "review" is going to be a different journal, all to itself. This one got out of hand. I apologize for the rant. It was immature and, yes, I am a little spoiled, but, damn it, it really pissed me off. I needed to let off some steam.
Even if no one reads this, thanks for letting me have a place where I can rage and pout like a child.