As Mark Twain never said, “Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” What he really said was “The report of my death was an exaggeration.” Of course he’s dead now so it’s all moot. I, on the other hand, am not dead…I think. Do zombies think? Let’s just agree that I’m ambulatory.
You may be wondering what has kept me from being here to astound and confuse you. Go ahead, wonder. Hmmm..what could it be? When you figure it out let me know what it was. I’ll bet it’s pretty interesting.
It’s about time I got to the gaming portion of this site and, being a cranky passionate gamer it’s going to be a rant. A rant about one of the best reviewed games on Metacritic, Bioshock Infinite.
Who is this man?
To be clear, I have not finished the game and I’m concerned I might not be able to. Why? Because this one is easily the least coherent of all the *shock games. *shock stories have generally been good and even if they weren’t good you at least knew where you stood. They’ve started with a person thrust into a foreign environment and being forced to adapt for survival. The questions aren’t about you so much as the world around you. Infinite turns this around and puts you in a world that explains itself to completely in the first hour or so but leaves you wondering who you are and why you’re doing any of this.