Hey, everyone. I have been playing quite a bit of games this weekend, as well as painting my house. Late last night I got on a sweet run on Nova 3, the sci-fi shooter game. It's one of those games that has excellent graphics and feels like you have to advance inch by bloody inch. In a word, it is a pain in the butt.
For instance, I have been stuck on a Volterite spaceship for a month, wandering corridors over and over again like a lost puppy.
I finally cruised over to You Tube and watched a video walkthrough of the level. I eventually noticed that the guy picked up a piece of crystal from the floor in a dark corner of a 'solarium'. So, I went back to the game and at length came back to that area and picked up a crystal shard. Cool, right? I went on my way rejoicing in my heart. I had wild visions of advancing effortlessly through the remainder of this derelict ship and moving on to other exciting levels. Maybe I'd get to go to a desert planet or a jungle with fantastic beasts and savage men. Instead, I've fought and fought and fought. I was killed many times trying to jump across a chasm. Once on the other side I fought and killed a bunch of aliens and then was killed by the same fall on the way back. Then I get on a futuristic subway and get delivered to a hotbed of armored warriors. I will persevere, however, and I suppose I would have to call my advancement through several save points as a sweet run. That's what gamers call an interlude in which you are kicking butt and taking names, advancing toward your objective in a very satisfactory manner.
Calling this a sweet run might be a stretch and my butt was kicked as much as anyone's. I'm not sure, but I suspect that my name was taken a few times by the Volterites. They are ugly brutes with atrocious manners and I will doubtless give them a sound thrashing later this evening.
Until that time,I will grill a steak and reflect on the cruelty of this breed of creatures. I'll be plotting my vengeance as I watch the butter and sour cream melt on my baked potato. It is my fervent hope that you have a fun date night and not sit around the house like this reporter. If you should game this weekend, think about me, here at the green retreat, aboard the eternally careening spaceship of the Volterites.
I am CE Wills.
For instance, I have been stuck on a Volterite spaceship for a month, wandering corridors over and over again like a lost puppy.
I finally cruised over to You Tube and watched a video walkthrough of the level. I eventually noticed that the guy picked up a piece of crystal from the floor in a dark corner of a 'solarium'. So, I went back to the game and at length came back to that area and picked up a crystal shard. Cool, right? I went on my way rejoicing in my heart. I had wild visions of advancing effortlessly through the remainder of this derelict ship and moving on to other exciting levels. Maybe I'd get to go to a desert planet or a jungle with fantastic beasts and savage men. Instead, I've fought and fought and fought. I was killed many times trying to jump across a chasm. Once on the other side I fought and killed a bunch of aliens and then was killed by the same fall on the way back. Then I get on a futuristic subway and get delivered to a hotbed of armored warriors. I will persevere, however, and I suppose I would have to call my advancement through several save points as a sweet run. That's what gamers call an interlude in which you are kicking butt and taking names, advancing toward your objective in a very satisfactory manner.
Calling this a sweet run might be a stretch and my butt was kicked as much as anyone's. I'm not sure, but I suspect that my name was taken a few times by the Volterites. They are ugly brutes with atrocious manners and I will doubtless give them a sound thrashing later this evening.
Until that time,I will grill a steak and reflect on the cruelty of this breed of creatures. I'll be plotting my vengeance as I watch the butter and sour cream melt on my baked potato. It is my fervent hope that you have a fun date night and not sit around the house like this reporter. If you should game this weekend, think about me, here at the green retreat, aboard the eternally careening spaceship of the Volterites.
I am CE Wills.
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