Nicotine and alcohol have infiltrated my system and yearn my soul to search for some creative within but find thoughts and left behinds instead. Feeling like a total asshole for not knowing a good bit of my family all too well and having lost a good portion of my great friends. Life keeps changing and new pieces are being stripped away and old layers come to the surface, but are corrupted and incomplete so i add some of the pieces from the new particles that i've gathered up until this point and make a calico texture of being that forces my self out of the puzzle that i thought i fit in so well. But now that im out of it i see that some of the other pieces we're heavily augmented as well. This mkaes me feel less agressive about the situation but doesn't necessarily give me more completion for the picture isn't pretty anymore. Then im saddened at the fact that the whole damn thing was a fabricaton in the first place.
Lies, confusion and pain can make for some fucking beautiful art, though. I especially shouldn't have forgotten about that.
Rearranged and slightly hit with a pound of elatedness, i gather the leaves of fall and put them in a bucket rather than a trash bag, not good to throw all of them away. Even the dead ones have some merrit in the grand scale of things. Inspiration of the drums and guitar hit my core at an incline that restarts a fire in my heart that i didnt know had went out. Still very confused and lost about everything going on i wonder why i feel the need. Attention? Gratitude? helplessness? I have these things moving in my consciousnesses like a stranger in my bedroom reading my journal and taking notes as in to collect the tax of my society and passes through the window, reminding me that he doesn't have to use the door. HE IS ALWAYS HERE.
Truth, lies, aggression, depression, happiness, solitude, completion, wanting, needing, craving, denying.
Refresh, restart, revamp, reset. I have had enough of the complex and need to escape but the walls have no doors and the cieling is open but very high from where i am standing. Again my mind distracts itself with mundane boring everyday and i live in and out of doors that revolve around the universe that is. Just is.
Away in the woods is the little boy who was shifted and moved and toggled and i look in the eyes of the child who stretches many miles ahead of him down the road and i promise him that he will never understand those things and that i will always love him and hold his hand and explain that the clouds are there for the sun as the moon is there for the night.
My angel in remiss has come to the table and we discuss how the brakes in the car stopped working and that repair is inevitable and not optional, so there are no worries. I put my back to hers and remind her that that's where it will alwayls be, holding hers up. We exit unfairly but still, just into the wildness of the world and talk about our analytical codes and how deconstructing them would be a meaningless en devour.
Metals turns to rust but is stil stable enough to hold the structure together until the doctor can repair the lungs. He says you can't breathe without them. i take me chances and drive in the fog anyway. For now i will buy a watch and a chair and wait for the apocalypse to finish the job that i tried to start so arrogantly and sip the sweet nectar's of change that await me outside of the fallout shelter.
I meet a maid named Patience and she says for me to let her clean my house and she will make sure all the books go back on the shelf. They may not be in order, but they wll always be there. i pour another glass and light up the night as the sun creeps up around the corner..
it having no idea of the night the moon and i shared together and dreamed of tomorrow.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Laziness will mess you up something fierce.
Procrastination.
The reason why you, my dear reader, aren't enjoying as many articles as you could right now. Also the reason why I probably have less than five followers. O_o But I digress. The thing is that by the time you get to the point where you are finished with all your work and everything is caught up and squared off, tucked away, cleaned, scrubbed and buried (don't ask) all you want to do is sit.
and sitting is awesome.
Now that's cool, but NOT when there's a weekend to be had. I mean, it only comes around once a week. So you sit up and you say "I will not do this to myself again, dammit!!" Affirmative action is key here and you want to get to CD Warehouse and back before Chili's closes.
it ain't gonna eat itself.
But as you sit on your throne, you see the small green light of your xbox controller blinking in circles, indicating that the batteries are indeed very low. And you think "Perfect! I'll be responsible and start here by putting in new batteries." Go you. You did it, man. Now lets put on some pants and get on the move!
pants required activities are almost always worth it. almost always.
Wait a minute. Wesman7213 is online and he's inviting you to a Halo Reach party with JesusCooksEmAlive003 and socksmeller14. You know it will be a fun time, and hey what's one game, right? There is never one game. SO that goes on for four hours, stores are closed and your hungry and pants-less. What now? Bed? F-that. It's the weekend, son. It's time to DO WORK.
500G
So you get in your car, your pumped and excited to see what shenanigans you can get into in these wee hours of the morning. You phone and text everyone you've ever had contact with hoping to god for some human interaction. No one answers because half of them are at home getting rest for Saturday, the best day of the weekend, and the other half are on xbox live. And your not going back to that dark place again.
*cricket, cricket.
After you grab some much needed IHOP rehabilitation in the form of french toast and bacon, you've decided to count your loses and collect what's left of the day and call it a night. You wake up about mid-afternoon in the most confusing haze of you entire life, hoping like hell that the time is wrong (it's not, btw). Now half of Saturday is over and your panicking. There's four text messages from you friends somewhere along the lines of "Where are you?", "This movie is AMAZING", "John Stamos was at the Olive Garden, man. It was crazy!!" and "I stole your cat. Sry, but he loves me more than you."
your not fooling ME with that beard, Stamos!
Great. Once again you let this drive to do nothing rob you of a legendary day with guaranteed laughter and good times with friends. Now all you have is a missing cat and leftover breakfast food. Is it even worth it to continue the day? It's getting close to nightfall and you can feel the buzz of the city, so you decide to soldier on and see what activities are going down. Off to Facebook to get the scoop and everyone's whereabouts and going-ons.
. . .
Yay! Everyone is doing something fun tonight! So and so is going to a movie, this person is hitting up a bar, that person is seeing a concert. "Hell yeah, i am going to have a GREAT time tonight!" you awkwardly exclaim to yourself out loud. You get ready to go and run through the events to see which event you wanna go to. The concert sounds exciting, but it could require standing for a long time. Going to a bar would be neat too, but you want to be entertained, not entertaining.
seriously..
A movie! Sitting, eating and watching a film with friends is the obvious choice. So you make the arrangements and now it's time to pick the movie. Everyone has settled on an action flick, but your in no mood for Steve Austin. The gas is on empty, you've only got four bucks anyway, so staying home is the best option here. But if we're doing that, then we need to make this night epic.
if this is what your seeing, then mission accomplished.
You decide on an evening of the best junk food money can buy an a Quentin Tarantino movie marathon. And to make this all inclusive evening more epic, you decide on a taking a shot everytime you see some feet (Tarantino loves him some feet. That and trunk POV's) By the time you get to Kiil Bill Vol. 2 your shitfaced and you dont wanna pass out before Reservoir dogs.
take a shot for every shot!
So you get up to change the DVD and three steps away from the couch you start swaying and babbling nonsense and BAM! You awake to a sideways view of Michael Madsen's face and notice that you've landed face-first in the kitty litter. You cat has returned and is quite confused and very disappointed in what his owner has become.
again?
It's over. You did the best that you could with your free time, and hey, wasnt that bad. (it was worse) But your in luck, because it's Sunday, the day that laziness created. Sit around and waste away for hours. Just then your phone rings, so you give it an answer only to hear your boss saying things like "It's Monday, two o'clock, where are you?" and "Swear to god you excuse better be damn good" followed with "Good news, you've made someone very happy, the temp is full time now."
and we all know what happens to the temp.
No job. No money. But look on the bright side, PERMANENT WEEKEND!PERMANENT WEEKEND!
^ he knows ^
The reason why you, my dear reader, aren't enjoying as many articles as you could right now. Also the reason why I probably have less than five followers. O_o But I digress. The thing is that by the time you get to the point where you are finished with all your work and everything is caught up and squared off, tucked away, cleaned, scrubbed and buried (don't ask) all you want to do is sit.
Now that's cool, but NOT when there's a weekend to be had. I mean, it only comes around once a week. So you sit up and you say "I will not do this to myself again, dammit!!" Affirmative action is key here and you want to get to CD Warehouse and back before Chili's closes.
But as you sit on your throne, you see the small green light of your xbox controller blinking in circles, indicating that the batteries are indeed very low. And you think "Perfect! I'll be responsible and start here by putting in new batteries." Go you. You did it, man. Now lets put on some pants and get on the move!
Wait a minute. Wesman7213 is online and he's inviting you to a Halo Reach party with JesusCooksEmAlive003 and socksmeller14. You know it will be a fun time, and hey what's one game, right? There is never one game. SO that goes on for four hours, stores are closed and your hungry and pants-less. What now? Bed? F-that. It's the weekend, son. It's time to DO WORK.
So you get in your car, your pumped and excited to see what shenanigans you can get into in these wee hours of the morning. You phone and text everyone you've ever had contact with hoping to god for some human interaction. No one answers because half of them are at home getting rest for Saturday, the best day of the weekend, and the other half are on xbox live. And your not going back to that dark place again.
After you grab some much needed IHOP rehabilitation in the form of french toast and bacon, you've decided to count your loses and collect what's left of the day and call it a night. You wake up about mid-afternoon in the most confusing haze of you entire life, hoping like hell that the time is wrong (it's not, btw). Now half of Saturday is over and your panicking. There's four text messages from you friends somewhere along the lines of "Where are you?", "This movie is AMAZING", "John Stamos was at the Olive Garden, man. It was crazy!!" and "I stole your cat. Sry, but he loves me more than you."
Great. Once again you let this drive to do nothing rob you of a legendary day with guaranteed laughter and good times with friends. Now all you have is a missing cat and leftover breakfast food. Is it even worth it to continue the day? It's getting close to nightfall and you can feel the buzz of the city, so you decide to soldier on and see what activities are going down. Off to Facebook to get the scoop and everyone's whereabouts and going-ons.
Yay! Everyone is doing something fun tonight! So and so is going to a movie, this person is hitting up a bar, that person is seeing a concert. "Hell yeah, i am going to have a GREAT time tonight!" you awkwardly exclaim to yourself out loud. You get ready to go and run through the events to see which event you wanna go to. The concert sounds exciting, but it could require standing for a long time. Going to a bar would be neat too, but you want to be entertained, not entertaining.
A movie! Sitting, eating and watching a film with friends is the obvious choice. So you make the arrangements and now it's time to pick the movie. Everyone has settled on an action flick, but your in no mood for Steve Austin. The gas is on empty, you've only got four bucks anyway, so staying home is the best option here. But if we're doing that, then we need to make this night epic.
You decide on an evening of the best junk food money can buy an a Quentin Tarantino movie marathon. And to make this all inclusive evening more epic, you decide on a taking a shot everytime you see some feet (Tarantino loves him some feet. That and trunk POV's) By the time you get to Kiil Bill Vol. 2 your shitfaced and you dont wanna pass out before Reservoir dogs.
So you get up to change the DVD and three steps away from the couch you start swaying and babbling nonsense and BAM! You awake to a sideways view of Michael Madsen's face and notice that you've landed face-first in the kitty litter. You cat has returned and is quite confused and very disappointed in what his owner has become.
It's over. You did the best that you could with your free time, and hey, wasnt that bad. (it was worse) But your in luck, because it's Sunday, the day that laziness created. Sit around and waste away for hours. Just then your phone rings, so you give it an answer only to hear your boss saying things like "It's Monday, two o'clock, where are you?" and "Swear to god you excuse better be damn good" followed with "Good news, you've made someone very happy, the temp is full time now."
No job. No money. But look on the bright side, PERMANENT WEEKEND!PERMANENT WEEKEND!
Friday, January 28, 2011
A Couple of Flicks You Should Check Out.
Recently I sat down for a horror movie double bill with the movies "Devil" and "Buried".
I picked these two up without even realizing that they are both very claustrophobic films, all with one taking place in an elevator and the other taking place in a coffin.
The premise of "Devil" puts five strangers in an elevator together of all different races, ages and creeds. It begins with the ever-present "hey, we're all in an elevator together, its a little cramped, but its cool." type of set up. And then, as fate would have it, the elevator gets jammed.
"Not so cool anymore."
Well, tensions rise and claustrophobia sets in and just before you thought that help was on the way and things couldn't get any worse, Lucifer Morningstar makes a guest appearance in the joint.
"Did I interrupt something?
The drama that ensues is pretty much a guess who of which one of the strangers is the Devil. Not gonna spoil anything, but the film grows more intense as it reaches it's slight twist of a conclusion. It definitely has it's creepy moments.
NOW if you thought that "Devil" was a tight quarters movie, then take a double shot of "Buried". This thing LITERALLY takes place in a coffin. The entire movie. No joke.
But it is tense as hell, man. You really do feel trapped in there with this guy. For the most part, truck driver Paul Conroy is an average Joe with a family back home, whom he is away from because he is contracted through a trucking company in Afghanistan. His convoy is ambushed by terrorists and the next thing he knows is waking up in a coffin, in the middle of the desert.
"And being buried in sand is not a fun time."
To heighten the tension even more, Paul also has a cell phone that was left in the coffin with him by the terrorist. Calls include crys for help to family and friends, getting in touch with the trucking company, talking to the FBI and some creepy calls he receives from his captors.
"Is your refrigerator running?"
"Buried" got the job done with keeping me clenching my jaw the whole time, and your heart really goes out to this poor guy trapped in this horrible situation. Ryan Reynolds does a fine job showing you the desperation of this character.
SO if your bored this weekend and need some entertainment for a couple of hours, these two will get the job done. Grab a pizza and give 'em a go.
I picked these two up without even realizing that they are both very claustrophobic films, all with one taking place in an elevator and the other taking place in a coffin.
The premise of "Devil" puts five strangers in an elevator together of all different races, ages and creeds. It begins with the ever-present "hey, we're all in an elevator together, its a little cramped, but its cool." type of set up. And then, as fate would have it, the elevator gets jammed.
Well, tensions rise and claustrophobia sets in and just before you thought that help was on the way and things couldn't get any worse, Lucifer Morningstar makes a guest appearance in the joint.
The drama that ensues is pretty much a guess who of which one of the strangers is the Devil. Not gonna spoil anything, but the film grows more intense as it reaches it's slight twist of a conclusion. It definitely has it's creepy moments.
NOW if you thought that "Devil" was a tight quarters movie, then take a double shot of "Buried". This thing LITERALLY takes place in a coffin. The entire movie. No joke.
But it is tense as hell, man. You really do feel trapped in there with this guy. For the most part, truck driver Paul Conroy is an average Joe with a family back home, whom he is away from because he is contracted through a trucking company in Afghanistan. His convoy is ambushed by terrorists and the next thing he knows is waking up in a coffin, in the middle of the desert.
To heighten the tension even more, Paul also has a cell phone that was left in the coffin with him by the terrorist. Calls include crys for help to family and friends, getting in touch with the trucking company, talking to the FBI and some creepy calls he receives from his captors.
"Buried" got the job done with keeping me clenching my jaw the whole time, and your heart really goes out to this poor guy trapped in this horrible situation. Ryan Reynolds does a fine job showing you the desperation of this character.
SO if your bored this weekend and need some entertainment for a couple of hours, these two will get the job done. Grab a pizza and give 'em a go.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Brand New.
First of all, I adore this band. I grew with this band and they grew on me just the same. To me this band is life, a literal transition of an always maturing lyrical, artistic and musical sound from the first album onward. I eagerly await any new release or material from these guys.
Now let's begin with my perception of how Brand New progresses through each album, and as I get to them, I'll discuss they're overall theme. To me, each album is a period of time in life, and the moments that occur within it. In short, its about being young, and getting older and older.
Their first album, "Your Favorite Weapon" is generally the high school experience and all the angst and confusion that comes with this age. Most songs themes deal with heartbreak, (The No Seatbelt Song) jealousy (Jude Law and a Semester Abroad) and the anger of losing a friend to a relationship over the same person (Seventy Times Seven) ::listen to this one!:: More so, this album is a great representative for the bulk of the typical high school teenager. Another key track and terrific album opener is "The Shower Scene".
"Deja Entendu" is Brand New's sophomore effort, and it is a big progression from "Your Favorite Weapon". This is the album that put these guys on the map. With their semi-first single, "The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows" and a music video to boot, Brand New started getting a nice cult following, including myself at this point :). This album starts to dissipate from all of the pressures of high school and faces a new challenge: change. In these songs you definitely feel the uncertainty of what lies ahead, with learning how the world of love and relationships (Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't) takes its toll on you by not completely knowing your role or understanding why there is so much pressure to fit into it all (Sic Transit Gloria). There is also the added fear of all you friends growing and changing and you not being able to keep up with them. One of the greatest, if not the best of their entire body of work alone, on this album is "Good To Know That If I Ever Needed Attention All I Would Have To Do Is Die". This kinds ties the whole album's theme together. All throughout are hints of a slight disconnection from friends, old loves and parents. The song that always grabs me off of this one is "Guernica". Just a favorite lyric - "...is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry. I am the watch you always wear, but you forget to wind." Other key tracks: "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" and "Tautou".
Up next is a my favorite and probably the best of their work so far, "The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me". When I first heard this I thought if it was really Brand New, haha. I knew it was Jesse's voice, but I was now expecting those sounds, and those lyrics...those lyrics!! I mean, what a change, what a growth! This album shows an almost spiritual growth in the band's style. With the opener, "Sowing Season (Yeah)", TDAGARIM gets a solid start, letting you know that things are going to be a lot different now. Life is hard, especially when you've lost all of your friends, and have realized that your going to be letting a lot of people down, including yourself at times (Milestone). The theme of this one has to do with accepting responsibility and the sacrifice that comes with becoming an adult with priorities, while at the same time questioning your morals on life and religion (Jesus). The just mentioned song is quite beautiful itself. My favorite and the song that glues this record together is "Degausser". There's a lot of talk about keeping yourself in the right, loving for the right reasons, and an undertone of what Gods reaction will be on Judgment Day. "Limousine" follows, with the lyrics at the end pleading "..I love you so much, but do me a favor baby don't reply. Cause I can dish out, but I can't take it." Oh, and let's not forget "Luca". This song is haunting, about cutting ties, accepting the constant of truth and how much anger can really consume someone. Other must-listen songs are "You Won't Know" and a great close to the album, "Handcuffs".
And now we come to a close, for now (hopefully) on Brand New as we reach their latest release, simple titled "Daisy". This album sees a very different and somewhat dark, heavier sound from the band. All of what Daisy represents is an overall feeling of being weighed down and jaded to how life will be. The album opener "Vices" begins with what sounds like the soundtrack to an old movie from forgotten times. Out of nowhere the song blasts and rockets you into the album, and abruptly "Bed" begins to play, with the refrain 'lie to all your friends' inter-laying between the lyrics of the song. Next up is the album's single "At the Bottom". This song pretty much encapsulates the tone, by stating fact that you are going to get old and you are going to grieve, love, live, hate, think, and ultimately die, just like everything else. But not all is gloom, here. Daisy has it's hints of hope in the title track, exclaiming that "if we take all these things and we bury them fast, and we pray that they turn to seeds, to roots, and then grass...it'd be all right". Other key tracks that tie the album together on a nice string bracelet that your best friend since grade school made for you: "Bought a Bride" "Noro" and a very personal favorite "You Stole".
Here's to hoping that this band continue to flourish and grow and expand their musical sound to new heights as time goes on. Cant wait for the next album, guys.
Now let's begin with my perception of how Brand New progresses through each album, and as I get to them, I'll discuss they're overall theme. To me, each album is a period of time in life, and the moments that occur within it. In short, its about being young, and getting older and older.
Their first album, "Your Favorite Weapon" is generally the high school experience and all the angst and confusion that comes with this age. Most songs themes deal with heartbreak, (The No Seatbelt Song) jealousy (Jude Law and a Semester Abroad) and the anger of losing a friend to a relationship over the same person (Seventy Times Seven) ::listen to this one!:: More so, this album is a great representative for the bulk of the typical high school teenager. Another key track and terrific album opener is "The Shower Scene".
"Deja Entendu" is Brand New's sophomore effort, and it is a big progression from "Your Favorite Weapon". This is the album that put these guys on the map. With their semi-first single, "The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows" and a music video to boot, Brand New started getting a nice cult following, including myself at this point :). This album starts to dissipate from all of the pressures of high school and faces a new challenge: change. In these songs you definitely feel the uncertainty of what lies ahead, with learning how the world of love and relationships (Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't) takes its toll on you by not completely knowing your role or understanding why there is so much pressure to fit into it all (Sic Transit Gloria). There is also the added fear of all you friends growing and changing and you not being able to keep up with them. One of the greatest, if not the best of their entire body of work alone, on this album is "Good To Know That If I Ever Needed Attention All I Would Have To Do Is Die". This kinds ties the whole album's theme together. All throughout are hints of a slight disconnection from friends, old loves and parents. The song that always grabs me off of this one is "Guernica". Just a favorite lyric - "...is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry. I am the watch you always wear, but you forget to wind." Other key tracks: "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" and "Tautou".
Up next is a my favorite and probably the best of their work so far, "The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me". When I first heard this I thought if it was really Brand New, haha. I knew it was Jesse's voice, but I was now expecting those sounds, and those lyrics...those lyrics!! I mean, what a change, what a growth! This album shows an almost spiritual growth in the band's style. With the opener, "Sowing Season (Yeah)", TDAGARIM gets a solid start, letting you know that things are going to be a lot different now. Life is hard, especially when you've lost all of your friends, and have realized that your going to be letting a lot of people down, including yourself at times (Milestone). The theme of this one has to do with accepting responsibility and the sacrifice that comes with becoming an adult with priorities, while at the same time questioning your morals on life and religion (Jesus). The just mentioned song is quite beautiful itself. My favorite and the song that glues this record together is "Degausser". There's a lot of talk about keeping yourself in the right, loving for the right reasons, and an undertone of what Gods reaction will be on Judgment Day. "Limousine" follows, with the lyrics at the end pleading "..I love you so much, but do me a favor baby don't reply. Cause I can dish out, but I can't take it." Oh, and let's not forget "Luca". This song is haunting, about cutting ties, accepting the constant of truth and how much anger can really consume someone. Other must-listen songs are "You Won't Know" and a great close to the album, "Handcuffs".
And now we come to a close, for now (hopefully) on Brand New as we reach their latest release, simple titled "Daisy". This album sees a very different and somewhat dark, heavier sound from the band. All of what Daisy represents is an overall feeling of being weighed down and jaded to how life will be. The album opener "Vices" begins with what sounds like the soundtrack to an old movie from forgotten times. Out of nowhere the song blasts and rockets you into the album, and abruptly "Bed" begins to play, with the refrain 'lie to all your friends' inter-laying between the lyrics of the song. Next up is the album's single "At the Bottom". This song pretty much encapsulates the tone, by stating fact that you are going to get old and you are going to grieve, love, live, hate, think, and ultimately die, just like everything else. But not all is gloom, here. Daisy has it's hints of hope in the title track, exclaiming that "if we take all these things and we bury them fast, and we pray that they turn to seeds, to roots, and then grass...it'd be all right". Other key tracks that tie the album together on a nice string bracelet that your best friend since grade school made for you: "Bought a Bride" "Noro" and a very personal favorite "You Stole".
Here's to hoping that this band continue to flourish and grow and expand their musical sound to new heights as time goes on. Cant wait for the next album, guys.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Game Review: Left 4 Dead: GOTY Edition
Developer: Valve
Distributor: EA/Steam
Platform: Xbox/PC
Release Date: May 5 2009
Genre: First Person Shooter /
Survivor Horror
Rating: M
Zombies. Zombies, zombies, zombies. Never have I experienced a movie, t.v. series, video game, or pretty much anything that encapsulates the undead like these two instalments of games. I haven't felt a realistic approach to this genre of game that really puts you in there since playing Resident Evil 4.
"umm...i thought the protagonist got the chainsaw..no?..this doesn't feel too good!"
Let's begin with the characters. You get a solid cast of four diverse individuals. Bill, the military vet, who occasionally refers back to his old dog days. Zoey, a female protagonist, is a young college student. Louis, our next guy, is an average office worker, and Francis, a biker type who complains a lot. The character interaction is lacking a bit, leaving you wanting to know just a little more back story behind these guys.
"ragtag?"
The gameplay is fast paced and fun, but slow and creepy when it needs to be. There are a good runthrough of levels but any experienced gamer can rip through this thing on a sunday afternoon. But that is a good thing in this game's case; the replay value is amazing! I mean, who wouldn't get tired of laying waste to zombies for hours on end. And the game gives you an option from the get-go to choose and start from any level or sub-level that you want.
"there's so many to choose from!!!
What you get for defence are a couple of fun things to sling around: A shotgun, machine gun, the option of duel pistols. Not to mention cocktail molotov's and pipe bombs (these are A LOT of fun. Zombies run to them like its the last brain on earth) The latter two items come in handy when you've got about a hundred of the rotting corpses lunging themselves at you.
The undead themselves also come in a nice colourful variety pack of all kinds of flavours. You got the general horde-Romero looking lurkers, then your smokers, who wrap a dragon tongue around you and pull a Boba Fett ala Return of the Jedi. Boomers spit vile, ...no, they projectile VOMIT their entails on you and attract a lovely fine group of gentlemen your way, in a hurry. (And blowing up a Boomer is soooo satisfying) Next up is the Hunter, who pins you down and claws you. The Witch...the scary-crouched-in-a-corner-crying like a little girl who is lost, Witch. Shoot her. Go ahead, just do it. Nothing bad happens ;)
"there's so many to choose from!!!
I'll save the Tank for last. The Tank is the funnest and most adrenaline pumping adversary of this game. This thing is an overdosed, over stimulated, over steroid induced giant who shows up out of nowhere and completely levels the play ground. It takes a lot of manoeuvring and will power to take this govenator down.
"an acurate representation of the tank"
Another great thing that I love about this game is the movie poster artwork that is in the loading screen before each campaign. It literally looks like a theatrical poster for an upcoming horror film. This makes sense as the game itself plays like a movie. Each level is a scene, taking you to the ultimate climatic conclusion each time you roll though one.
"I would watch them all."
All in a all, this is a great game. At least once a month I find myself coming back to it. Its the perfect scratch to that zombie itch...just make sure your immune before you go picking scabs, though.
8.5/10
Distributor: EA/Steam
Platform: Xbox/PC
Release Date: May 5 2009
Genre: First Person Shooter /
Survivor Horror
Rating: M
Zombies. Zombies, zombies, zombies. Never have I experienced a movie, t.v. series, video game, or pretty much anything that encapsulates the undead like these two instalments of games. I haven't felt a realistic approach to this genre of game that really puts you in there since playing Resident Evil 4.
Let's begin with the characters. You get a solid cast of four diverse individuals. Bill, the military vet, who occasionally refers back to his old dog days. Zoey, a female protagonist, is a young college student. Louis, our next guy, is an average office worker, and Francis, a biker type who complains a lot. The character interaction is lacking a bit, leaving you wanting to know just a little more back story behind these guys.
The gameplay is fast paced and fun, but slow and creepy when it needs to be. There are a good runthrough of levels but any experienced gamer can rip through this thing on a sunday afternoon. But that is a good thing in this game's case; the replay value is amazing! I mean, who wouldn't get tired of laying waste to zombies for hours on end. And the game gives you an option from the get-go to choose and start from any level or sub-level that you want.
What you get for defence are a couple of fun things to sling around: A shotgun, machine gun, the option of duel pistols. Not to mention cocktail molotov's and pipe bombs (these are A LOT of fun. Zombies run to them like its the last brain on earth) The latter two items come in handy when you've got about a hundred of the rotting corpses lunging themselves at you.
The undead themselves also come in a nice colourful variety pack of all kinds of flavours. You got the general horde-Romero looking lurkers, then your smokers, who wrap a dragon tongue around you and pull a Boba Fett ala Return of the Jedi. Boomers spit vile, ...no, they projectile VOMIT their entails on you and attract a lovely fine group of gentlemen your way, in a hurry. (And blowing up a Boomer is soooo satisfying) Next up is the Hunter, who pins you down and claws you. The Witch...the scary-crouched-in-a-corner-crying like a little girl who is lost, Witch. Shoot her. Go ahead, just do it. Nothing bad happens ;)
I'll save the Tank for last. The Tank is the funnest and most adrenaline pumping adversary of this game. This thing is an overdosed, over stimulated, over steroid induced giant who shows up out of nowhere and completely levels the play ground. It takes a lot of manoeuvring and will power to take this govenator down.
Another great thing that I love about this game is the movie poster artwork that is in the loading screen before each campaign. It literally looks like a theatrical poster for an upcoming horror film. This makes sense as the game itself plays like a movie. Each level is a scene, taking you to the ultimate climatic conclusion each time you roll though one.
All in a all, this is a great game. At least once a month I find myself coming back to it. Its the perfect scratch to that zombie itch...just make sure your immune before you go picking scabs, though.
8.5/10
Corey does a mobile blog.
Just a test, lol. If this goes well, you'll be getting a Left 4 Dead review. Zombies keep your fingers crossed...if you have enough fingers left to cross.
And I don't think I will be able to dazzle your mind with imagery, as the wonders of the Blackberry Curve won't let me...damn phone.
And I don't think I will be able to dazzle your mind with imagery, as the wonders of the Blackberry Curve won't let me...damn phone.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Corey Discovers Racism in Antique Form.
Ah, the old days, back when grandpa used to walk to school 400,000,000 miles barefoot with a camel on his back and a soda pop was only 1 cent.
...and if you we're white, then you probably were a little wary of anyone that wasn't, well, white.
Today me and the wife hit up some antique shops to get some culture of how things went down "back in the day" and also because some stuff that you come across is pretty damn cool.
Manbat!! Issue Numero Uno, people.
But sometimes history takes a darker (no pun intended) turn, and you find things such as...
Don't ask, because I have no idea what he wants either.
Yes, this kinda stuff is still sold, believe it or not. But let me take you a little deeper into the shop of wonders...
O h m y g o d.
"We needs!" which is then followed by, well, what we needs.
Clearly love is what we needs here. And some education on what NOT to sell at any kind of shop, new or old.
This next one is not an antique at all, but a firm reflection of the first part of the 00' decade. Enjoy:
Do your country a good one and bag a few
Be sure to visit your local antique shop to see how white folk got they're slurs on in the ol' days.
oh...
and here's this painting i found in the very back:
fucking creepy.
...and if you we're white, then you probably were a little wary of anyone that wasn't, well, white.
Today me and the wife hit up some antique shops to get some culture of how things went down "back in the day" and also because some stuff that you come across is pretty damn cool.
Manbat!! Issue Numero Uno, people.
But sometimes history takes a darker (no pun intended) turn, and you find things such as...
Don't ask, because I have no idea what he wants either.
Yes, this kinda stuff is still sold, believe it or not. But let me take you a little deeper into the shop of wonders...
O h m y g o d.
"We needs!" which is then followed by, well, what we needs.
Clearly love is what we needs here. And some education on what NOT to sell at any kind of shop, new or old.
This next one is not an antique at all, but a firm reflection of the first part of the 00' decade. Enjoy:
Do your country a good one and bag a few
Be sure to visit your local antique shop to see how white folk got they're slurs on in the ol' days.
oh...
and here's this painting i found in the very back:
fucking creepy.
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