You guys remember that time that the Wii experimented with games that gave their players full control of their avatar's motions via 1:1 sensitivity? Great. Do you ALSO remember how everyone hated it?
See, Video Game Industry, the thing about motion controllers is... 1:1 control, in theory, sounds AWESOME. Full control over my sword-swings? Manual aiming at last? The ability to seduce (IN REAL TIME) every female in Mass Effect? Hell yes, I'll take two. But, here's the dark, depressing truth: gamers are not the Hero of Tamriel; gamers are not Soap MacTavish; what gamers are, however, are fantasy/sci-fi enthusiasts who are in love with being able to pretend they are these characters without being insulted for their lack of real-world skill with a sword or a gun.
The problem with every motion-controller game is we don't know how to swing a katana in such a way that we cleave into a Nazi's delicious, un-stabby-ized neck meat. (well, I don't, anyway...)
So, I say, enough with full immersion. I just want to be able to end the Reaper threat. And it's a lot easier to do that if Commander Shepard isn't being played by a twitchy, nervous n3w8.
And on a side-note... BioWare: who do I have to do what to to get to find out anything about Mass Effect 3 or Dragon Age 2? Because I will. BioWare Crack Whores Anonymous, AWAY!
Friday, March 12, 2010
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About Me
- Dragonhammer
- San Jose, California, United States
- From beginnings that almost made me one of the dreaded "beautiful people", I've dedicated myself to one simple goal: making sure I stay the HELL away from mainstream pop culture. As a secondary goal, I wanted nothing more than to have a helping hand in rearing the third wave of angry, mal-adjusted, overly-intellectual nerds. Heavy metal. Comic books. Movies. Sci-fi. Lord of the Rings. Led Zeppelin. Conan the Barbarian. Conan the (now-ex) Late-Night Host. Bizarre sexual fantasies involving women of varying degrees of badassedness. Bruce Campbell. Joss Whedon. All of these things, and so, so much more, I will address. And rave about. Or pan, as it may be necessary to do. Till Ragnarok, my brothers! Excelsior!
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