I'm in love with stories. It's a pleasant affair. I get pulled in gradually by the aloof one on the other side of the room.
And it's cool. It's awkward at first, but we get used to each other. We hang out, get to know each other. It gets really involved--like a story should--but then I want more and I'm suddenly in above my head.
And I have to earn it.
So I continue to climb the mountain, hoping that I won't be disappointed, and that I won't disappoint.
And sometimes, no matter how fair the beauty might be...
Son of a--!!!
Yeah, sometimes a game just comes together on each level. I'll love the mechanics, the writing, the themes; it's in a sweet spot and it dominates my time. I feel like there's a world to save, and I have a responsibility. Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor is one of those games. I've played it twice, and loved every bit...
Yet I never finished.
It's a case where I truly felt beaten.
Sometimes I play a game for the story, and the game resists my advances every step of the way.
It's a special sort of masochism, and I'm diving in again.
God rested on the seventh day of Creation; there's no rest on the seventh day of the Apocalypse.
Pray for those who survive.