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Autumn is a big time for gaming. All of the Triple-A releases come out during those three months, with the occasional title jumping early like Oklahoma settlers, hitting the last two weeks of August.
Scene: The office of the Senior Accountant for Generic Super Evil Bad Guys Inc.
How many of you who play some of the more, shall we say, violent video games said something like that to a friend, a spouse, a girl/boyfriend, or maybe the dog if you don't have any of those other things? (and if you don't have *any* of those things, then what the hell are you doing playing video games? Go find at least one of them!)
Being of a suitable and appropriate age, I do tend to sometimes enjoy an alcoholic libation or two while I'm at home. (Kids, don't try this at your home).
It was with some amazement today that I realized just how much time has passed since I first joined GIO.
If you're following more than one GIO member on Twitter, it's more than likely that you've heard about some new game on XBox Live that just come out.
Many of you who know me know that I am a Compulsive Completionist (I even go to the monthly meetings). When I start a game, I have to finish it, unless it's just boring the pants off of me or I reach a frustration level that makes me move on to something else. When that happens, though, I generally don't go back to the game.
Where we find out that the customer is always right.
Games are becoming the same. They're becoming boring, generic. Yet we still play them. A LOT. Why is this? Are we just not discerning gamers anymore? Are we easily led around by our noses? Do game companies take advantage of us? Is the Kardashian lack of talent or ability to do anything actually useful to society hereditary?
My journey to Gorhart had been a long one, but I had finally made it. Beset by boggarts and brownies, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever make it through alive. I do enjoy wandering in the wilds, though. I even love going back through again and again, where monsters seem to congregate. I have a feeling I can go to that clearing in the woods for the next 50 years, and there will always be exactly 3 boggarts there, waiting for unsuspecting travelers to come and kill them for the experience points. The gods work in mysterious ways.
I was reading the March issue of Game Informer for the Reader Recap (oops, is that a spoiler?) and saw the letters complaining about review scores. To me, those two letters seemed tongue-in-cheek, though maybe they were serious? I don't know. Anyway, the editors' response was that they are still receiving letters about their review scores, even after the whole Dark Souls reader debacle.