Reflex Gamer: The Magazine: The Blog II

Devil May Cry, only more literary!

Okay, maybe I’m being overly cynical from my repeated exposure to some of the most vile licensed shit imaginable, but making some kind of violent video game based on Dante’s Inferno strikes me as fairly stupid. Not like hardcore CRPG players who are so smart they can thoroughly judge a game that wasn’t even released yet, which is so smart it flips the meter around and starts back at stupid, but still a pretty bad idea. Licensed games tend to not work because the slippery slope of adaptation requires changes on a molecular level; Change it too much and you’ve alienated your intended market, change it too little and you have the square peg of a certain narrative being rammed into the round hole of what a video game needs to be.

But whatever, they haven’t showed actual gameplay yet so I’ll assume they’re only kind of creepy and stupid for now. And probably bound for eternal torment of some sort that involves Uwe Boll’s new arthouse film based on a real-life, ten hour prison rape.

In other news, I can’t do anything without it becoming some kind of demented epic. Miscommunications somewhere between the landlord and the construction crew working on our new store have led to damages to the facade, namely a few feet of drywall being destroyed and two stained glass windows being removed. Since we signed the lease, the landlord is kind of leaving things in our lap, agreeing only to let us keep the windows and giving us the task of fixing the damage. They’ve done the rest of the work, though, so we’ll at least be receiving the space on schedule assuming the fumigation isn’t bogged down by the roaches from hell.

In the meantime, the stained glass windows have vanished. I questioned the construction crew as to where they went. “Two white guys” was the entire reply. So people are basically looting the shop while the construction happens, I guess.

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