Battlelog, which tracks player progress in Battlefield 3, is way better than indistinguishable from Facebook.
Generation Kill seems to be the go-to source of inspiration for everybody who has made a modern military themed video game since its release in 2008, with whole screeds of dialogue torn directly from the HBO miniseries and placed into various interactive settings (often otherwise missing the point entirely). And, well, that’s fine; I like the genre. But god fucking damn it, not a single one of those Modern Warfare clones has let me put a gigantic scope* on my gun so I can be like the Iceman here.
*Or rather, a night vision scope with a pinhole lense so that it can be used during daylight.
I have both, I just don’t know where to begin.
Mass Effect!
The character customisation features mean you can edit the main character into some haggard, Pete Postlethwaite-looking motherfucker! The potential human female love interest has the same name as Bruce Campbell’s character in the Evil Dead movies! You can trick out your weapons like nobody’s business - Two accessories and a choice of ammo type! Including polonium rounds! You’ll get really attached to your squad mates, before having to leave [some of] them to die on some god forsaken rock in the middle of nowhere! You get to drive a tank, which is kind of hard to drive, and everyone complained about - But I didn’t mind because it’s a fucking tank! There’s one decision point that effectively asks “Commit genocide - Y/N?”!
But, seriously, play it. It’s tremendous, as is the sequel.
As a wise man once said, ‘I’ve got a nickname for all my guns.’
Further proof that I have entirely too much free time.
As hobbies go, insomnia is a pretty shit one. Thus I will make ridiculous speculations about the possible consequences of it: I’ll probably nod off in a cafe somewhere, around lunchtime. What if I wake up to find I’ve been adopted by a whole new group of friends, potentially in a different city?! It’d suck, is what. I love my friends. And some of them owe me money. And I want to sleep with some of them.
See the complete and utter nonsense I just wrote? Anything to avoid tossing and turning in bed, I suppose. Normally I’d play some video games until I got tired, but there’s a guy crashing on our couch. I’m not sure he’d appreciate that, especially since I don’t really know him well enough to just rock in there and be all ‘Sup? Gonna pwn some noobs. Unless you wanna play co-op?’
I’d punch me in the face if the roles were reversed.
Too much time spent playing FIFA 10 over the weekend means I couldn’t really get it up to play some more this evening.
But check your lease man, you’re living in Xbox City.
- A. [Redacted] was never going to work out how I wanted, I’ve essentially been treading water waiting for things to be more favourable. A damn pipe dream, and she deserves someone in better shape than me (Mentally, physically, intellectually) anyway.
- B. Things were always going to be too complicated with [Redacted], general discrepancies in feelings and all that. Just too much of a mess to proceed despite initial promise.
- C. [Redacted] and I never had anything in common, and every time I walked home from her place I always felt like shit. Awful taste in music.
Well, that’s taken care of. Upon returning to Wellington I will build a fort out of blankets in my room, fill it with bottles of whiskey and Xbox games, and only emerge for Wednesday cheap drinks at SFBH and perhaps the occasional kebab.
Thinking about changing my Xbox Live name to “xoxogossipgirl” so whenever I kill dudes in Call of Duty, they know what’s up.
Hey tumblr. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve sorta been busy playing video games lately.
I’ve asked Jenn, my tumblr secretary, to hold all my calls.
I’ll be back, though. Promise.
