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| Today was full of people being dicks to me regarding things I am wrong about.
At best, I got an earful of how I'm doing it wrong.
Time to lay low and concentrate on non-social things, I guess. Important stuff. (and NOT the following video game review)
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I've played through the first chapter of Dead Space, and while it's an interesting game, it just feels...done before.
You play as Generic Everyday Engineer*, who, despite being a "regular person" manages to live through all of this horrible stuff without his sanity being affected by it. Please. If I saw someone's limbs get ripped off, I probably wouldn't go outside for DAYS.
Anyway, you end up on the U.S.G. Generic Large Spaceship* because of a Generic Distress Call due to some crazy stuff happening before the game's timeframe.
Generic Monsters* jump at you from Generic Vents And Closets, snarling and stuff. It's all very polished, but old.
The gameplay mechanic of "Cut Off Their Limbs", helpfully written in blood all over the walls, is actually pretty unique, and very satisfying...especially after the tension's been built up. Lots of moments in which you'll panic, forget the tactic and just start shooting. I admittedly was caught off guard when I blasted a necromorph's head into a red mist, and it simply staggered a bit...and then made more gurgling noises and rushed at me again.
The sound design is great, and very well executed...lots of times the music will build up tension then suddenly crescendo to silence, and just when you think the music was for no reason at all, something will jump out at you / reanimate / scream. It likes to startle you, but I wish it was creepier more than startle-scary. That's what happened with Doom 3, once I had played through and knew where all the scares were, it was pathetically predictable.
The game, while very well presented, doesn't really get under your skin like I'd hoped.
It's like taking an average photo and placing it in an awesome frame. The entire thing is better than average...but not by much.
P.S. The voice acting is incredibly unconvincing. I think I could've done a better job as the girlfriend, seriously...it's like, "Isaac, I love you so much...but I really don't, I'm just reading these lines off a script because EA is paying me minimum wage to do so"
* = Isaac Clarke, USG Ishimura, Necromorphs | | |
| i'm growing up.
dammit. (lol) | | |
| Thoughts in my head:
How am I going to get out of this mess?
Even if I try, I can't balance everything.
Good job, Phil. Keep failing at everything.
Acting like you've learned a lesson.
Most people would've fixed this long ago, but...
Everywhere you look, you can't escape it.
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HINT: read the first letter of every sentence downward =D | | |
| There is no shortcut to hard work.
Surprisingly, it took me the better part of 21 years to learn this, but there you go.
The easy way out is almost always not the right way out. Coming up with a billion different reasons as to why you can't get over someone is so much easier than working on actually getting over them.
I find it ironic that letting go is often times more difficult than holding on. Like when something happens that makes you jealous or pisses you off.
I've always known that jealousy was one of my biggest weaknesses. I went to church, I prayed, I talked to Father Imo and he gave me some sound advice: knowledge is power. A lot of people don't even get to the point where they know what's wrong with them, and by that measure, I was ahead. I knew what I was doing wrong, but why couldn't I fix it?
Laziness. It wasn't that I was incapable somehow of fixing my own problems, though I always made it seem that way. I was just unwilling to put forth the effort. But I've learned. Prayer is amazing.
My workout regimen got started for a silly reason: I was trying to impress someone, trying to "get the girl" (which, by the way, went totally according to plan -_-) But it continues on for a much more noble cause...if I stick to something I told myself I'd do, no matter how distracted I get, I feel that it's a verification of my new resolve and inner strength.
Sure, I feel better about myself now (mostly because I've lost 11-ish pounds), but it's more of a deep breath before I get to some real hard work.
I really wanted something in the romantic department this summer. Getting really frustrated at being single for so long. But I got what I needed and not what I wanted...and now what I want is what's good for me.
Funny how that works. | | |
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