Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Scarebaby’s reviews #1

Shadow of the Colossus is without doubt the most annoying piece of cocksucking shit game I have ever had the misfortune to lay my hands and eyes on.

At the first start of the game you find out that your mission is to blah blah blah, will this damn cutscene ever end?! There, just X past it. Jesus. Alright, you play as a character who was obviously molded after the adolescent Mort from the Discworld series, which means he looks as though he consist of nothing but kneecaps and elbows and can only be steered accordingly. To find out where your first object is, stand with your sword raised to the sky and look at where the reflection of the sun points. This also works while standing in shade, for unknown stupid reasons…

At least the horse looks cool, so let’s get up and have a little ride around on it. Mount with the triangle. No, mount. Mount, damn you! Stop jumping up and down beside the horse like a moron and fucking MOUNT! Phew, fucking finally. Okay, let’s give the horse a little kick to make it start trotting, followed by another few to get it moving with some actual speed. Yay, go horsie! Whaaa.. horsie stopped..? Kick the horse again, yay go horsie! And then horsie stops again. What the hell? Kick, kick, kick, steer, ooh… that’s where it goes wrong, you can’t steer the horse while maintaining any speed what so ever, but that’s cool, I can manage that. Would of course have been a bit nimbler if the horse hadn’t neighed itself into any obstacle bigger than a strand of grass along the way, but whatever, I’m fine.

OK, so we finally arrive at the place where the reflection pointed us. The horse will not accompany you any further on the next part as it’s unable to ascend mountains, even though we clearly saw it nancing up a slope with the agility of a mountain goat in the opening cutscene. So dismount (at least that can be managed by only pressing triangle ONCE) and start looking for a way up. Run around and try jumping and grabbing for a bit while the help messages ignore you until you’re on your third try on what looks like a slick sand wall with some green stuff painted on it. Climb up it. Don’t forget that you need to hold BOTH triangle and R1 to grab on, just as in any normal adventure game. Once you make it to the top, a colossus will appear walking away from you. Walk a bit closer and it will turn around and spot you. Oh, exciting! Grab your bow and shoot a few arrows before you realise they won’t cross the distance, so therefor take a few steps forward (not too many though, that colossus guy is fast!) and shoot him again, of course to no avail. Try running up to the colossus and stab away at whatever part of him you can reach and he will smash/stomp away two thirds of your life in one blow and as you painfully slowly get to your feet a message will appear to help you: again use the sword against the sunlight to reveal the colossus weak part. Oh awesome, that should even the fight out a bit you think, before realising that the exact spot is impossible to locate since the reflection appears the same on every part of your adversary.


With your health indicator blinking on low (and no, you cannot heal yourself) bravely charge at the colossus and slash at his ankles, intending to trip him and thus buying yourself some time to study the sword reflection from a safer distance without being trampled. Fail. Horribly. Game Over. Repeat until it dawns on you what sort of useless, boring and suicide invitatory game you have purchased and break it, burn it and smear rancid goat’s blood all over it.

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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Same old

Tomorrow begins the four day festival Sweden Rock, with about 22 000 rock fans gathering to camp out and listen to great concerts. Four days of nothing but beers, friends and rock music. And I’m doing everything I can to keep from crying. The pressure over my chest is so thick it’s almost tangible. I try to focus on my breathing, slowly in and slowly out, because I know that if I let my attention off for even a second I’m going to break down and I don’t know if I can get up again. It’s been a few weeks since it was last like this. Mostly anxieties come and go and I’m so used to them that I barely notice, but on these horrid occasions nothing helps. Well, nothing beside overdosing on Theralen or cutting my arms again but that’s not supposed to be an option for me anymore.
I’m very glad this is my blog, so no one can tell me to stop whining because I need to vent like never before. It hurts so much, I think I’m going to break. It’s hard to explain. Imagine I’m a huge vase with a tiny tiny crack in it. Or that I’m a huge shapeless mass of matter that should never have been, that was a mistake and an unforgivable one at that. That’s why my mother treated me the way she did; she’s never been able to forgive me for being born. Ah, a moment of clarity. Certainly not welcome at this point when nothing matters.
I wish I was alone, oh wait, I am alone! I am an abomination. I wish I could explain to you how truly and profoundly rotten I am, how every hope of love for someone like me is so pathetically funny you can’t even laugh, you just wheeze, and how nothing will ever change.
I don’t want things to change, I don’t want to make an effort and then fail. I want to go back home and stop taking my medications, stop opening my mail, stop showing up for work, answering texts or phone calls, coming online, showering, eating, and eventually breathing. I have no strong will to live.
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Monday, June 2, 2008

The Naked Now

If I wanted to hate Lt. Tasha Yar of the Starfleet’s Enterprise I would be damned well authorized to do so. She’s assaulted the poor Lt. Commander Data! My Lt. Commander Data! My future husband* and basic reason to live!

Sometimes I think I worry too much about my social career… Sometimes it’s hard to face that I am never interested in “real” human men, only video game characters and such. It’s not a phase, I’m 21 years old and I get damn crushes on pale, sticky-looking androids that are more than twice my age. I have felt my heart skip a beat and my face blush when he smiles and I wanted to slap Lt. Yar for taking advantage of him and breaking his frail android heart like she did.

Any psychiatrist out there would be more than welcome to try and diagnose my sexual preferences. In the meanwhile I’ll be rerunning “The Naked Now” in my head, feeling jealous and secretly aroused, until I go insane.

*What!? I’m not a nerd!

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