Visceral Fireflies

By: Chase C | March 1st, 2010

We finished recording the podcast, and it’s a doozy. It should be up sometime this week so make sure you check it out.

The radioactivity isn’t exclusive to the zone, and my resulting infection has been nothing short of fantastic. My biggest problem with the game isn’t anything to do with technical issues or entertainment value, but with my disdain of typing the game’s title. I think it’s better to call it “that awesome thing I have been playing for the past three days so much that I’ve forgotten to shower.” It’s longer, but there are less periods.

The main draw – apart from my love of open worlds – is the level playing field between enemy and player. Knowing that the first bullet could possibly be the last gives them a bit louder ring as they shatter against the metal crate I’m hiding behind. It’s too bad the AI is as close to shooting a mentally challenged child you will get without getting in trouble with “the man.” What’s really odd – given how stupid they are – is they are fantastic shots. Especially from long distance. I guess that’s not too odd, the military has proven you don’t have to be intelligent to shoot well.

I started Firefly for the first time today. Yes, I know. I’m a terrible person. I never gave the show any chance before hand because I was familiar with Joss Whedon’s work on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. No, not the television series – which is still shit – but that god awful movie. I admit fault now, but at the time it was sound reason. I’ve always loved Cowboy Bebop, but I never realized that love was actually unadulterated lust for space pirates and everything they stand for. Maybe it satisfies that part of me that always wanted to take that overpriced gum from the front counter.

Also, what is with British people being so damn sinister?