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I was talking to Vi online at work, and mentioned that I had been discussing.... something or other that I wrote on this blog - Persona or BioShock or something, when she mentioned that she really didn't like my writing style because it was too dry. I know I'm pretty TLDR, and I've got my hits and misses, but I'm not really sure what to make of that. If you've got an opinion or a criticism that immediately comes to mind, would you mind dropping in and telling me what you think? Positive or negative. I write here so I don't get, like, wicked rusty when it comes to putting text on pages, but I'm always trying to improve my readability.
In the last day or so, I've just been kind of pissed off at BioShock. Part of this is my fault, because I've beaten it before and thought, "Oh, well, I'll set it to Hard." So now I'm pretty late in the game, and things have gotten flat out ridiculous. Suddenly there are crowds of enemies that regular ammunition doesn't even seem to hurt. Like, I unload four shotgun shells and 6 pistol bullets on a splicer I've already lit on fire with a top tier magic thingy, and the asshole has the temerity to waste me anyhow. Sometimes the bastards get me as I'm literally re-spawning.
Now, some people online have commented that there's really no penalty for death because you just come back in one of the Vita-Tubes. Forget that crap. I'm not an expert gamer, I guess, but I've been playing since I'm pretty wee, and I feel like if I can't kill a crazy hobo armed with a pipe wrench with three well-placed grenades and he can wail on me with two swipes and I'd rather take on the signature big-bads, the Big Daddies because they, at least, drop some reasonable rewards off their still-warm metallic corpses*. I feel like this is bullshit. More ranting inevitably to come.
Oh, hey, so some tractor trailer accidenly mowed so poor motorist down on 270, the lifeline that connects Illinois to St. Louis, and while jack-knifing, ended up jumping the concrete divider and actually closed down 4 lanes of highway traffic going both directions and then caught fire. Everyone going west, and probably also east, were redirected down the 2-lane route 3, which was down to one for construction, and probably not designed to handle 8 AM work traffic for the most heavily traveled route in the area. 2 hours late to work, as soon as I got in, I saw the email asking if people wanted to go home because the phone lines were pretty dead.
So tempted. But it does kinda spit in the face of driving for two and a half hours to get to work in the first place.
My initial entry actually mentioned that "sometimes, you wake up and you've got a bad premonition. Like, sometimes the back of your throat is scratchy, your car's frosted worse then a cheap wedding cake, and something's on fire. Well, two out of three, I guess." Make that three out of three. You can blame this one on me, everyone.
* Typical reward for killing a splicer in the late game - candy bar, 5 dollars, 2 bullets. Cost? 3 first aid kits, 4 shotgun shells, 3 crossbow bolts, and 13 machine gun bullets.
In the last day or so, I've just been kind of pissed off at BioShock. Part of this is my fault, because I've beaten it before and thought, "Oh, well, I'll set it to Hard." So now I'm pretty late in the game, and things have gotten flat out ridiculous. Suddenly there are crowds of enemies that regular ammunition doesn't even seem to hurt. Like, I unload four shotgun shells and 6 pistol bullets on a splicer I've already lit on fire with a top tier magic thingy, and the asshole has the temerity to waste me anyhow. Sometimes the bastards get me as I'm literally re-spawning.
Now, some people online have commented that there's really no penalty for death because you just come back in one of the Vita-Tubes. Forget that crap. I'm not an expert gamer, I guess, but I've been playing since I'm pretty wee, and I feel like if I can't kill a crazy hobo armed with a pipe wrench with three well-placed grenades and he can wail on me with two swipes and I'd rather take on the signature big-bads, the Big Daddies because they, at least, drop some reasonable rewards off their still-warm metallic corpses*. I feel like this is bullshit. More ranting inevitably to come.
Oh, hey, so some tractor trailer accidenly mowed so poor motorist down on 270, the lifeline that connects Illinois to St. Louis, and while jack-knifing, ended up jumping the concrete divider and actually closed down 4 lanes of highway traffic going both directions and then caught fire. Everyone going west, and probably also east, were redirected down the 2-lane route 3, which was down to one for construction, and probably not designed to handle 8 AM work traffic for the most heavily traveled route in the area. 2 hours late to work, as soon as I got in, I saw the email asking if people wanted to go home because the phone lines were pretty dead.
So tempted. But it does kinda spit in the face of driving for two and a half hours to get to work in the first place.
My initial entry actually mentioned that "sometimes, you wake up and you've got a bad premonition. Like, sometimes the back of your throat is scratchy, your car's frosted worse then a cheap wedding cake, and something's on fire. Well, two out of three, I guess." Make that three out of three. You can blame this one on me, everyone.
* Typical reward for killing a splicer in the late game - candy bar, 5 dollars, 2 bullets. Cost? 3 first aid kits, 4 shotgun shells, 3 crossbow bolts, and 13 machine gun bullets.
