Reflex Gamer: The Magazine: The Blog II

I didn’t want to have to do this…

Okay, I’m pissed at Steam. You should be too. Remember when Gabe Newell was promising that this would lower to cost of games to the user? Well, aside from sales, I just see Valve pocketing the difference and ordering a few dozen more turkeys to be delivered to Newell’s door.

As a seller, I don’t want to sell items that require you to go through a third party service exclusive to one company which monitors your computer. If they want to sell that on Steam and slow down your computer, fine. If they want me to sell you something that forces you to use their service, fuck them. They’ve been openly hostile to retailers and I won’t list any games that require the user to use Steam, and now Square is helping them? Supreme Commander 2 is just a watered down version of the first game, anyway.

Except…

Well, cracks and workarounds. I’ll relist individual games as I find or get sent files that I can post to the game entries. If you have one, e-mail it to me and I’ll inspect the code. As long as it’s clean, I’ll relist the game.

That’s right, let’s combat piracy by punishing people who pay for their games… fucking hell.

Somebody seriously wrote this

“With Risen, Piranha Bytes introduces a fresh, new setting. The game’s protagonist is shipwrecked after a storm and finds himself on a mysterious island. An active volcano dominates the scene. Ancient temple ruins have recently risen from the ground, and bizarre creatures infest the island.”

So it’s either Crysis or Serious Sam + Myst.

Buck up, Sony/Free Command & Conquer games

If any of you happens to be a suicide counselor, we need you to go over to Mike’s apartment. His PS3 has broken down and he’s sequestered himself to his room, playing Shenmue in some kind of self-flaggelating apology to himself. We’re pretty Sony-oriented over this way, but we’re not anywhere near the evil counterparts of Kotaku; second generation Shack News ctrl-c, ctrl-v reporters who now have the foresight to punctuate press releases with joyous thanks to Bungie. No, we’re not afraid to take our preferred company to fucking task for absolutely failing to acknowledge their own yellow diagnostic light for fear of getting a Sony contemporary to the RROD that plagues each and every 360 on the planet.

It’s okay, Sony. You’re running the field on this and you always have. There’s already a hardware update to the PS3. Microsoft? Apparently they can’t update their rudimentary design banged out on leftover Sears hardware without fucking up their compatibility worse. Stop being an infobitch and you’ll be back on top, Sony.

Speaking of Shack News, two tidbits I noticed on a cursory glance. LA Noire has emerged after four fucking years, dumbed down to go multi-platform and not looking good for the time they’ve taken. More interestingly, the incredibly incomplete Command & Conquer: Tiberian Sun was released for free with the Firestorm expansion. I’d link to Fileplanet except I’m sure you could find a more secure torrent. Really worth it for people who love strategy games or who want to see James Earl Jones acting racist.

BLOOD BOWL, A MANLY GAME FOR MEN WHO ARE MANLY, AND MEN

I fell in love with this game in the middle of the tutorial. A little text box instructed me to tell one of my line backers to commit a foul. A right click brought a human player football player to run up to an unconscious rat man and kick him in the dick. It was glorious. It was everything I want in a game.

Blood Bowl is a direct video game adaptation of the table top game. Two game modes are available in single player, Classic and Blitz. Classic is the table top game. Nearly every action requires a die roll based on the player’s stats, out of Movement Allowance, Armor, Strength and Agility. Every race has different median stats for their players and ‘classes’, as well as different starting talents. The goal is to score touch downs to win the game. Touch downs are achieved through running or passing the ball down the field. Murdering the entirety of the other team is optional, but highly recommended because it makes scoring easier. Blitz adds a number of micro-management options, like negotiating contracts, buying player equipment, and so on. It also allows the game to be played in real time, which is stressful, hectic, and awesome.

A lot of care has gone into some of the game’s details. Each stadium has stands full of cheering spectators who cheer and boo at the appropriate moments. Two commentators create a dialogue based on what takes place during a match. However, the commentary is preset phrases and I had heard every single comment possible after playing three or four matches. Fortunately, there is an option to turn off commentary. Every race has a unique touch down dance, but not unique animations for catching, passing or tackling. The most customizable races are Chaos and Skaven (rat men), who have an additional ‘Mutation’ field for their leveling players. Given enough experience, a Skaven or Demon player may develop something like additional limbs to aid in ball handling, or tentacles which create an additional hindrance when an opposing player attempts to break away or run past a player with tentacles. The mutations do appear on character models, altering their physical appearance. The largest disappointment in the aspect of models and animations is some of the games more vivid incidents are hand waved away by text boxes. “Angry spectators storm the field and incapacitate some of your players” is read from a few lines of text, and the match simply begins with people unconscious.

The rule set as a direct adaptation poses a problem. On the player’s turn, they are allowed to perform any number of actions until they choose to end their turn, or a roll is failed which results in turning over to the opposing side’s turn. Un-opposed movement is the only safe action. My biggest complaint regarding this system is the die rolls required to move the ball. Passing the ball and catching the ball are two separate actions and require two separate die rolls. Distance is not factored into the two separate rolls, so there is a chance that a player will fail at handing the ball off to another player even if the player is standing right next to them. I will never begin to comprehend how it makes any sense. In my imagination, I see the ball carrier attempt to hand the ball to someone, someone that is not paying attention, or someone that slaps the ball out of their hand in order to be a jerk. Picking the ball off the pitch is another die roll. I recall one game very fondly, where a freshly kicked ball at the start of the round ended up at my catcher’s feet, who proceeded to chase the ball around the field because it took him three turns to pick the damn thing up.

Teams are given a point value based on the average level of the players on the team. In order to even things out, money is awarded to a team if it plays another team with a higher point value. This money can be used to benefit the team, buy penalties against the opposing team, or buy a star player. The star players are absolute badasses, and thus brings me to my favorite moment of playing Blood Bowl. My team, Dwarves, could only be matched physically by Orcs. The opposing team hired a star player, an Orc so strong that it required me to keep three of my linebackers on him to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted. The game was in its second half and I was barely winning. The star player kept knocking my players unconscious. After knocking out two of my dudes, the star player tried to break free from my last line backer. My line backer, level one and totally pissed, hit the star player so hard that it broke his back and took him out of the game. I cheered so hard.

To me, Blood Bowl was an emotional roller coaster. Failed rolls brought absolute anger and fury, while rolls that passed phenomenally made me absolutely ecstatic. I never played multiplayer, but only because I felt the capacity for the game to make me angry would be multiplied online. It did get me rather excited to play a sports game, and I enjoyed it immensely.

The ultimate mantrain

Dear Wii owners,

Playscope has known what you might have suspected for a while now. The time for fighting your most basic of needs is over.

Let the healing begin:

Somebody’s been playing too many videogames…

From the Wikipedia page for the 2005 Narc remake:

“However, as in real life, drug use leads to consequences such as addiction, blackouts, and loss of health and reputation points”

Ghostbusters rocks, Anime Expo sucks. Mass Effect 2 also sucks.

The Ghostbusters game is now down to $20, with the exception of the late PSP version. Then again, only the next gen versions were worth a damn, so go pick it up now.

Apparently Anime Expo just lost up to 80% or its staff, or will in the near future, because some executive dickhead wants to actually improve business and has been acting like… well, an executive dickhead. Cited reasons for the change include the fact that business is only increasing about 3% per year.

I hope that means this industry fanbase has plateaued. Any more kids that outrageously fat, wearing that many wigs, and this planet is going to crack the fuck open and start spiraling into the fiery embrace of the sun.

Really, I think this is our last year having a booth at Anime Expo. Between union rednecks with tiny foreheads and less patience, being stuck across from the yaoi booth, and having to avoid the most shrill bitch on the planet, I’m burning out and I’m taking this business with me. On the bright side, that probably means more updates and reviews, since I’ve gone back to my writing career.

So, to leave you for the night, Mass Effect 2 sucks. I haven’t played it, but since Dragon Age proved Bioware still hasn’t updated their engine or their fucking character animations since roughly before the sun came into creation, I’m going to sit this one out and feel safe that I haven’t missed anything. You can see by this chart and the ass-bleeding hurt reaction from a Bioware staffer that they don’t like it when you topple their carefully structure Jenga tower.

LittleBigPlanet

I was going to review this game, now that I’ve purchased the Pirates of the Caribbean add-on. But with the inclusion of water effects and buoyancy that seems to have been planned from the start, and I can safely say that you should definitely own this one.

The only thing I’m going to say is that it’s great fun to get a bunch of photos of somebody on your friend list, invite them to play mid-level, then go back to your pod which would be adorned with pictures of said friend, and art formations of his name. Bask in the uneasiness of your friend witnessing a stalker shrine in his honor.

Especially if you have the fan club url written on the wall.

Dear Square-Enix,

Final Fantasy 13

Nice background. Your cover art skills are matched only by the recent cherry bombs you’ve dropped down the gaming toilet. Here’s hoping you didn’t switch to the DirectX code base for this one.

Gary Busey: The Legend Continues

The current terror alert has been lifted, and we’re allowed to update again. Don’t get too excited; None of us really care about this goddamn zine, and the store is in the process of waiting for the sheriff to come and possibly evict us. So far he’s three weeks late. Can’t say I wouldn’t welcome it at this point, we’re losing over a grand a month and somebody actually read our sign as “Ref-lex Gamer”. At least she got the second word right.

Due to some kind of clerical error, we’ve been lumped in with PBS in the government’s twenty-seven million compound eyes. We’re getting the twelve dollars usually alloted to an episode of MisteRogers Neighborhood, but we can’t post most of the pictures on our hard drive and Mike isn’t allowed to call anybody a cunt anymore, which conflicts with the new mandate that we have to include educational content.

Frankly, before the FCC shuts us down and penalizes Jakers! by association, you are cunts. You’re a userbase that made the 360 a success… not wholly undeserved, but there should have been rioting in Washington at the failure rate. You made the first Assassin’s Creed a hit, and you read 1up.com on a regular basis. That we are in an industry with fewer publishers than the norm is no excuse to drink fructose over real fucking sugar. Grow some standards. GROW SOME STANDARDS BEFORE I STRAP SOME TO A RAKE HANDLE AND INSERT THEM INTO YOUR BODY THE HARD WAY.

Here’s how bent the press is right now; I know that Halo ODST is a fantastic game. I know this because it’s said often enough, even though it’s not true. Halo ODST is a terrible game that is exactly like Halo fucking number one, and the industry has produced a lot of shooters that have raised the bar since the year of our lord, 2001, that make Halo an obsolete game. But here’s Bungie, so afraid to alienate a single moronic fan that they won’t even loosen the sluggish turn speed. But hey, they needed a way to keep charging full price for the same fucking game and you cock gobblers were only too happy to oblige.

I know that Halo ODST is a fantastic fucking game, but I didn’t once hear of a wonderful little ad campaign for a so-so GTA-type that starred the man who nearly killed me back in 2000, Gary Busey. If you haven’t seen these, prepare to feel complete:

RG:TM:TB2

An online magazine spouting off like a broken faucet of opinion and information right into your damned faces.

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