“Addiction is not about what you DO, but what you DON’T DO because of the replacement of the addictive behavior.”
Erin Hoffman, game designer
This is a trailer of the upcoming first-person shooter game, Medal of Honor. An Army Ranger calls his family back home, but is greeted by the answering machine. He leaves a message, assuring his wife and child that he’s deployed in a relatively safe area, and that even if there should be combat, he and his unit are more than capable of handling it. The next thing we know, said unit got ambushed.
I find this game trailer… touching. I don’t know, maybe it’s Friday I’m being sentimental, haha. What do you think?
This morning, my notebook’s FlashGet completed the free download of Grand Theft Auto original from Rockstar Classics, after about three days of resumable downloading. I immediately installed it, but only got the chance to actually play it this evening.
It’s a cute little game, kind of similar to the much more recent GTA: Chinatown Wars on the Nintendo DS and PSP, except with 2D cars and people (the buildings are 3D), less variation of guns, no save feature, a highscore list, and no great storyline. Oh, and no map, which is really confusing (of course they’re available online at GameFAQs or somewhere, but I’m to lazy to go find it 😛 ).
After playing for about half an hour, suddenly I felt really dizzy. Maybe it was the 800×600 pixels flashing before my HD-adjusted eyes, or the aforementioned lack of map. Or maybe because I had walked in the heavy rain a few hours earlier, although I had my head covered.
Anyway, I couldn’t help but think that this humble (by today’s standards, of course) game is the precursor to Grand Theft Auto IV… A very enjoyable and cathartic game with really beautiful audio-visuals, awesome physics, and a great storyline, as well as the most expensive game to produce (about $100 million) to date. In other words, an AWESOME game.
To conclude this post, here’s my most memorable quote from GTA IV, spoken by anti-hero protagonist Niko Bellic relating his experience in the Yugoslav Wars:
After you walk into a village and you see 50 children, all sitting neatly in a row, against a church wall, each with their throats cut and their hands chopped off, you realize that the creature that could do this doesn’t have a soul.