So I finally beat/played Bioshock. Yeah. Bioshock. Y'know, that game that's been out for the past like, 3 years now? SPOILER SPOILER not really.
Needless to say, it was by far the most beautiful piece of electronic media to ever grace my eyes. The levels were so brilliantly designed, and the voice actors were almost believable. Almost like I was actually thrown into the 1950's. And underwater.
What really impressed me was the story telling. Right from the get go I have the feeling "This place is like a freakin Garden of Eden! Except for the big guy with the grenades. And the drills. And... oh he's bleeding." It only gets better as the game went on, where it told how the side-characters began a sharp decline into insanity. By far, my favorite level was Fort Frolic, with that crazy, crazy thespian. Good lord it was like watching some twisted play.
Only thing that sorta annoyed me was at the end. I mean, what the fuck? YOU ARE A CLONE AND YOUR LIFE IS FAIL. I dunno, I'm not a fan of what I call the "Matrix Ending". Or as it can also be referred to as the "You were the zombie the whole time!" ending. I kinda liked it better when you were playing as Joe Schmoe, not as super human McGee.
So yeah. I loved the game up to the end. And I can still overlook it. That's how awesome the game was. It can have a terrible ending, and I still magnetize to it like a stripper to poles. So fucking glorious that game. Now...
Would you kindly pick up that wrench...
Listening to: The Wild Bunny, by Sander Cohen
Reading: I want to take the ears off, but I can't.
Watching: I hop, and when I hop, I never get off the ground.
Playing: It's my curse, my eternal curse. I want to take
Eating: the ears off, but I can't! It's my fucking curse!
Drinking: I want to take the ears off! Please! Take them off