Game developer. Strict, yet affable, critic. Friend to the friendless. Everything you wish you were, but aren't.
Far Cry 3
Dead Space 3
The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Need For Speed: Porsche Unleashed
Need For Speed: Most Wanted
Call of Duty: Black Ops
Mount & Blade: Warband
Lord of the Rings: War in the North
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2
Lock On: Modern Air Combat
Star Wars: The Force Unleashed
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3
Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag
Wings of Prey
Dead Space 2
A.V.A - Alliance of Valiant Arms
Star Wars: Empire at War: Forces of Corruption
Dead Rising 2
Apache: Air Assault
Need For Speed: Most Wanted 2
Enemy Engaged: RAH-66 Comanche vs. KA-52 Hokum
Age of Empires II: Age of Kings
From this point, they begin to suck:
Star Wars: The Force Unleashed 2
Far Cry 2
Team Fortress 2
Assassin's Creed II
Need For Speed: Carbon
Games that will be awesome when released:
Lays of Althas: Sundered Order
Star Wars: BattleCry
!Star Wars: Battlefront!
Kingdome Come: Deliverance
Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare
Seriously, when Skyrim hit the stores, my outlook was so narrow that I thought the Elder Scrolls series was the only true open-world game out there.
Now I've got Far Cry 3. Need I say more?
You may not be able to put as many hours into FC3, but the sheer gorgeous-ness of the environment, the length of the campaign, and the dimwitted-ness of those lovable pirates is simply priceless! Well, it's worth the 20 bucks I paid, anyway...
Bethesda, you've got a long way to go before you can even THINK about releasing Elder Scrolls VI.
Now... time to check out Rage, Fallout, Borderlands, FC3: Blood Dragon...
EDIT: Blood Dragon is short, sweet and 'cool;' generally a good game.
EDIT: Borderlands 2... you can keep it.
Haven't we all felt the same?
We adored all things Tolkien and Jackson, and lived as Gandalf would have wanted us to live. Nothing could tear us from the loyalty we felt towards Gondor and Rohan.
Then came the usurper...
One day we started hearing about some random guy named George Martin or something, who'd written some painfully long books (hopelessly) trying to surmount the awesome-ness of Middle Earth. We Tolkienians bravely looked down our noses at the poor fools who had been reduced to reading such gibberish. Until...
We turned on the TV right in the middle of a marvellous debate between a dwarf called Tyrion and a b*tch named Cersei. Where is this Westeros? Who are all these gorgeous females? What have I missed?
We spent the next day kicking our own sorry butts for being so utterly stupid...
You know you can't resist. Go on. Risk something. For all you know I may be writing to you from the dead. But heck! clicking that juicy little link was fun! Do yourself a favour and be bullied into doing something you already want to do. Go ahead. Enjoy...
Sometimes, everyone I'm talking to disappears, and I'm left standing there by myself.
I wonder why?
All too often I catch myself staring at a screen, pushing dozens of buttons which make characters appear as black on white or hex-code on hex-code. Then I ask myself, 'What's actually going on?' (figure of speech, I don't really ever ask myself anything).
The characters all work together to form computable, legible messages, to be read by someone who runs a software application known as a browser and repeats the button-pushing process until data is transported digitally in the form of 1s and 0s to his or her network provider and is then decoded by various clever pieces of hardware and software working in unison by a particular set of algorithms, then feeding all that decoded load of bytes and bits through several layers of master software known as an operating system which is designed and built on the layout of a particular architecture, producing a lot of colorful images and symbols on screen, kindly processed by the GPU of the respective computational machine, in order to reveal to the reader someone's overly complex list of behind-the-scenes details of a day-to-day process, repeated multiple times at phenomenal rates using a very advanced piece of hardware known to the average layman as the brain, but which to the knowledgeable surgeon is actually known as the spongy, icky, gooey stuff between people's ears, which, in its turn, computes massive amounts of data at unbelievable speeds, making it possible to absorb information of gazillions of bytes into the highly powerful and gorgeously huge storage section of 1,400 grams of who-knows-what-that-stuff-is, twisting and turning in innumerable directions to fit neatly inside a bone structure called the cranium, and this cranium thingy happens to be...
Some Top Ten Time-wasters:
Innocent Bystander: "But I don't waste my time! ... Do I?"
Well, there are many different types of time-wasters on the Internet these days. Some anti-social guy invented Facebook to make himself feel like he wasn't just some anti-social guy. Facebook definitely ranks as #1 on the chart of 'Top Ten Time-wasters' (© www... blast! I can't find the link!).
For those of you who are reading this, Moddb modDb mOddB ModDB (round of applause, please) probably comes in at a good second place, quietly and serenely making you open up so many tabs that your brain explodes under the mental strain.
Ah, and then there's blogging ...
That saint of activities, so endearing to all of us who partake of it. We all have known the immeasurable joy of spending hours and hours and hours and hours... [gasp, pant, choke] ... and hours polishing her to perfection. What sorrow there is in imparting to you that this saint is in truth a devil! A devil of death and destruction! A Mistress of Desistress (wait, what?)! Her long fangs...
Her long fangs, almost as long as the hours we spend cleaning them, pierce deep...
[cough, choke, cough]
Deep into the supple flesh of our minds. In the utter end killing...
[choke, cough, *slumps in front of his desk*]