In the context of a game, Achievements and Trophies are harmless. They're just carrot-dangling tactics that we're happy to indulge for our greedy pursuit of intangible virtual rewards. We wouldn't think twice about nail-bombing a kitten orphanage if it meant five more gamer points.
But, let's say, purely for the purposes of this here article, that we take Achievements and Trophies out of their virtual world settings and reconsider them
Graffiti: art form or urban blight? Publishing suits don’t seem to care – the kids like it, why not crowbar it into every game? Need for Speed: Nitro’s big ‘thing’ revolves around tracks being ‘tagged’ to reflect whoever’s in the lead.
Fact: random things are funny. Without spontaneous bouts of unpredictability, we wouldn’t have treasure troves of humor like Family Guy (now entering its eighth season), Picture is Unrelated and, of specific interest to us, the Videogame Name Generator.
The way of the warrior, according to the first Ninja Gaiden Sigma, is to live in the moment, because you probably won’t be alive for very long. Treat every battle like it’s your last, because that end-of-level boss can kill you with a single punch. Failure is a state of mind. It isn’t the game’s fault you haven’t mastered it.
The end of summer means the beginning of the game season, and today is the last Friday before the game industry’s big holiday push. Publishers jam the fall with games to challenge the true worth of your credit card – a double dog dare in the uncertain economy of 2009.
Games from a gentler age given the sexy, cynical and psychotic modern day treatment.
About a year ago we reveled in the dorky glory of gaming’s cheesiest music, a thorough collection of hopelessly goofy game songs that will inspire facepalms for years to come. This time we’re focusing on actual bands or contracted jingle-slingers who crafted tunes based on games that never needed a lyrical companion in the first place.
Game developers are wrong about 90% of everything 83% of the time. I know, because I’m a super-expert on facts. My dad invented facts. So hold on to your sugary carbonated bevorage, uncross your legs and take your left hand off your face, because I'm about to drop a straight-up 10-megaton truth bomb on this bitch. All the subjective bullshit and “artistic license” that game designers cower behind is polluting the hard facts...
Prepare for this week's Gamescom convention by looking at the sexy ladies from last year's show. It makes perfect sense.
Since time immemorial, mankind has gazed upon missiles and secretly thought, “Hey, that’d be fun to ride.” For whatever perverse reason, the idea of straddling or surfing on what amounts to a blazing rocket engine packed with deadly explosives is wildly fascinating to just about everyone, particularly if someone else does it.