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Thinking about all the recent international events going on around me, I got a thought, not just about what the aftermath of the possible war could be, but warfare actually concerned with games, and gaming in general, which surprisingly there is an awful lot of.
Games mess with your head, especially ones that require you to progress through a linear path in a created world because it assures of a difficult task ahead. And when it comes, it can be both mentally and physically challenging, creating a bit of frustration, anger and tension.
In Burnout 2, like other games, you are given a bit of luxury in modes like Exhibition that allow you to simply race for fun and don't mean very much, but once I entered its main area, the Championship mode, the feeling I had of enjoyment somehow morphed itself into something more vulgar and unpleasant. Not that it was a bad game or anything, it just got scarily, mentally challenging. It started off very enjoyable, which was probably a bit deceiving, and then all of a sudden as I started ranking 1st on the leader's board and doing well, the game turned on me as if to say in a Hannibalecta kinda voice "I'll show you!"
Now, the races became intensively tough. I didn't have the best of cars to choose from because I hadn't unlocked them yet, and the computer simply used this at its advantage. In one race in particular, I had a set target position to oblige to (1st) to win the tournament and that alone got me prematurely nervous. Then, as the race started I got a good lead using burnout, when in the latter stages of the race, out of the blue a truck came in at a junction I was about to fly past and made me crash! I was furious-ly tense as the game held me up for about five seconds, long enough for all the charged up racers to zoom past me. The war just got tougher.
As I resumed into gear, my mind was charged up with only one thought in store, to win the race. I clutched the pad once more, began to fulfill all the needed stunts to maximise my burnout bar and then I was off, flying past cars in a very unstable state very weary of crashing once more, but luckily I held out and held on to burnout for a substancial amount of time, caught up with 3rd, then 2nd and yes, thanks to my mental confidence to overcome this opposing force, I won the race. Physically, I was a bit shattered. My index finger was rebelling against my wishes of motion and I went quite dizzy from staring at the screen without blinking for too long.
It's always when an unlikely opposing force occurs that warfare takes place in games, especially emotionally because the odds always seem against you.
There are a lot of incredibly involving games around and Medal of Honour Frontline just happens to be one of them. Based on one of the World Wars itself, it holds one of the most incredibly intensifying, suspense-filled atmospheres I've ever encountered in a game. Once I got it, I was raring to start playing and indeed I did, obviously beginning with the first level. This took me up to five goes to eventually complete because of a few main factors; I was blown away by the graphics; the action was terribly involving and realistic, soldiers screaming in pain and all sorts; and I didn't have a clue what I was meant to do. After the third go, I became increasingly frustrated and I started to battle this negative force stopping me from passing the level. Bullets were flying everywhere and I kept getting hit as I tried to rescue several soldiers, which was part of my objective. Then, I realised that I had to sacrifice some of my energy to gain success, so I frantically started bashing the buttons for continuous fire and I was frighteningly out of control from the huge amount pressure my fingers laid on the control pad, I was that tense.
Finally, after receiving lots of jumps from the opposition popping out and shooting me from nowhere, and going psychologically mad, I found a way around the enemy's defense and completed the level. Little did I know the game got a lot more harder, scarier, intense etc etc.
It's games like MOH: Frontline that I never forget because of how challenging they are, and it's the most challenging games that always offer a memorable experience. But it's not only games that fancy their chances against your moral being, flaming hardware can be a pain in the backside as well.
Recently, my PS2 has been acting rather strangely, which has led to me getting very angry with it..."bad, bad PS2!" I've done absolutely nothing to it for the two years I've had it and all of a sudden it starts rebelling against me. It wasn't reading my games like it normally did, because it's been scratching it itself and it at times it took up to 2 hours to load Pro Evolution Soccer 2, time that I didn't really have. Also, it somehow managed to automatically delete some of my precious saved data and reset itself to all the wrong settings. Now, I don't know what you would be like after all this, but I'm sure you can empathise with the mental trauma I went through because of this machine. The physical side of this particular warfare came in the hurtling of my control pads (in anger), which did hurt my elbow a bit.
This was one battle I could not win, so I had no option, but to turn to the Sony repair officials who sorted things out for me.
There you have it. Gaming isn't all fun and games, as I have found out, but use those first-hand tactics from your conscience with the aid of luck during this form of warfare and you'll finish flawlessly triumphant. It may affect you mentally as well as physically, but this is a challenge you must be able to accept in order to overcome.
Wise words from your general
Reload
Games mess with your head, especially ones that require you to progress through a linear path in a created world because it assures of a difficult task ahead. And when it comes, it can be both mentally and physically challenging, creating a bit of frustration, anger and tension.
In Burnout 2, like other games, you are given a bit of luxury in modes like Exhibition that allow you to simply race for fun and don't mean very much, but once I entered its main area, the Championship mode, the feeling I had of enjoyment somehow morphed itself into something more vulgar and unpleasant. Not that it was a bad game or anything, it just got scarily, mentally challenging. It started off very enjoyable, which was probably a bit deceiving, and then all of a sudden as I started ranking 1st on the leader's board and doing well, the game turned on me as if to say in a Hannibalecta kinda voice "I'll show you!"
Now, the races became intensively tough. I didn't have the best of cars to choose from because I hadn't unlocked them yet, and the computer simply used this at its advantage. In one race in particular, I had a set target position to oblige to (1st) to win the tournament and that alone got me prematurely nervous. Then, as the race started I got a good lead using burnout, when in the latter stages of the race, out of the blue a truck came in at a junction I was about to fly past and made me crash! I was furious-ly tense as the game held me up for about five seconds, long enough for all the charged up racers to zoom past me. The war just got tougher.
As I resumed into gear, my mind was charged up with only one thought in store, to win the race. I clutched the pad once more, began to fulfill all the needed stunts to maximise my burnout bar and then I was off, flying past cars in a very unstable state very weary of crashing once more, but luckily I held out and held on to burnout for a substancial amount of time, caught up with 3rd, then 2nd and yes, thanks to my mental confidence to overcome this opposing force, I won the race. Physically, I was a bit shattered. My index finger was rebelling against my wishes of motion and I went quite dizzy from staring at the screen without blinking for too long.
It's always when an unlikely opposing force occurs that warfare takes place in games, especially emotionally because the odds always seem against you.
There are a lot of incredibly involving games around and Medal of Honour Frontline just happens to be one of them. Based on one of the World Wars itself, it holds one of the most incredibly intensifying, suspense-filled atmospheres I've ever encountered in a game. Once I got it, I was raring to start playing and indeed I did, obviously beginning with the first level. This took me up to five goes to eventually complete because of a few main factors; I was blown away by the graphics; the action was terribly involving and realistic, soldiers screaming in pain and all sorts; and I didn't have a clue what I was meant to do. After the third go, I became increasingly frustrated and I started to battle this negative force stopping me from passing the level. Bullets were flying everywhere and I kept getting hit as I tried to rescue several soldiers, which was part of my objective. Then, I realised that I had to sacrifice some of my energy to gain success, so I frantically started bashing the buttons for continuous fire and I was frighteningly out of control from the huge amount pressure my fingers laid on the control pad, I was that tense.
Finally, after receiving lots of jumps from the opposition popping out and shooting me from nowhere, and going psychologically mad, I found a way around the enemy's defense and completed the level. Little did I know the game got a lot more harder, scarier, intense etc etc.
It's games like MOH: Frontline that I never forget because of how challenging they are, and it's the most challenging games that always offer a memorable experience. But it's not only games that fancy their chances against your moral being, flaming hardware can be a pain in the backside as well.
Recently, my PS2 has been acting rather strangely, which has led to me getting very angry with it..."bad, bad PS2!" I've done absolutely nothing to it for the two years I've had it and all of a sudden it starts rebelling against me. It wasn't reading my games like it normally did, because it's been scratching it itself and it at times it took up to 2 hours to load Pro Evolution Soccer 2, time that I didn't really have. Also, it somehow managed to automatically delete some of my precious saved data and reset itself to all the wrong settings. Now, I don't know what you would be like after all this, but I'm sure you can empathise with the mental trauma I went through because of this machine. The physical side of this particular warfare came in the hurtling of my control pads (in anger), which did hurt my elbow a bit.
This was one battle I could not win, so I had no option, but to turn to the Sony repair officials who sorted things out for me.
There you have it. Gaming isn't all fun and games, as I have found out, but use those first-hand tactics from your conscience with the aid of luck during this form of warfare and you'll finish flawlessly triumphant. It may affect you mentally as well as physically, but this is a challenge you must be able to accept in order to overcome.
Wise words from your general
Reload
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Thinking about all the recent international events going on around me, I got a thought, not just about what the aftermath of the possible war could be, but warfare actually concerned with games, and gaming in general, which surprisingly there is an awful lot of.
Games mess with your head, especially ones that require you to progress through a linear path in a created world because it assures of a difficult task ahead. And when it comes, it can be both mentally and physically challenging, creating a bit of frustration, anger and tension.
In Burnout 2, like other games, you are given a bit of luxury in modes like Exhibition that allow you to simply race for fun and don't mean very much, but once I entered its main area, the Championship mode, the feeling I had of enjoyment somehow morphed itself into something more vulgar and unpleasant. Not that it was a bad game or anything, it just got scarily, mentally challenging. It started off very enjoyable, which was probably a bit deceiving, and then all of a sudden as I started ranking 1st on the leader's board and doing well, the game turned on me as if to say in a Hannibalecta kinda voice "I'll show you!"
Now, the races became intensively tough. I didn't have the best of cars to choose from because I hadn't unlocked them yet, and the computer simply used this at its advantage. In one race in particular, I had a set target position to oblige to (1st) to win the tournament and that alone got me prematurely nervous. Then, as the race started I got a good lead using burnout, when in the latter stages of the race, out of the blue a truck came in at a junction I was about to fly past and made me crash! I was furious-ly tense as the game held me up for about five seconds, long enough for all the charged up racers to zoom past me. The war just got tougher.
As I resumed into gear, my mind was charged up with only one thought in store, to win the race. I clutched the pad once more, began to fulfill all the needed stunts to maximise my burnout bar and then I was off, flying past cars in a very unstable state very weary of crashing once more, but luckily I held out and held on to burnout for a substancial amount of time, caught up with 3rd, then 2nd and yes, thanks to my mental confidence to overcome this opposing force, I won the race. Physically, I was a bit shattered. My index finger was rebelling against my wishes of motion and I went quite dizzy from staring at the screen without blinking for too long.
It's always when an unlikely opposing force occurs that warfare takes place in games, especially emotionally because the odds always seem against you.
There are a lot of incredibly involving games around and Medal of Honour Frontline just happens to be one of them. Based on one of the World Wars itself, it holds one of the most incredibly intensifying, suspense-filled atmospheres I've ever encountered in a game. Once I got it, I was raring to start playing and indeed I did, obviously beginning with the first level. This took me up to five goes to eventually complete because of a few main factors; I was blown away by the graphics; the action was terribly involving and realistic, soldiers screaming in pain and all sorts; and I didn't have a clue what I was meant to do. After the third go, I became increasingly frustrated and I started to battle this negative force stopping me from passing the level. Bullets were flying everywhere and I kept getting hit as I tried to rescue several soldiers, which was part of my objective. Then, I realised that I had to sacrifice some of my energy to gain success, so I frantically started bashing the buttons for continuous fire and I was frighteningly out of control from the huge amount pressure my fingers laid on the control pad, I was that tense.
Finally, after receiving lots of jumps from the opposition popping out and shooting me from nowhere, and going psychologically mad, I found a way around the enemy's defense and completed the level. Little did I know the game got a lot more harder, scarier, intense etc etc.
It's games like MOH: Frontline that I never forget because of how challenging they are, and it's the most challenging games that always offer a memorable experience. But it's not only games that fancy their chances against your moral being, flaming hardware can be a pain in the backside as well.
Recently, my PS2 has been acting rather strangely, which has led to me getting very angry with it..."bad, bad PS2!" I've done absolutely nothing to it for the two years I've had it and all of a sudden it starts rebelling against me. It wasn't reading my games like it normally did, because it's been scratching it itself and it at times it took up to 2 hours to load Pro Evolution Soccer 2, time that I didn't really have. Also, it somehow managed to automatically delete some of my precious saved data and reset itself to all the wrong settings. Now, I don't know what you would be like after all this, but I'm sure you can empathise with the mental trauma I went through because of this machine. The physical side of this particular warfare came in the hurtling of my control pads (in anger), which did hurt my elbow a bit.
This was one battle I could not win, so I had no option, but to turn to the Sony repair officials who sorted things out for me.
There you have it. Gaming isn't all fun and games, as I have found out, but use those first-hand tactics from your conscience with the aid of luck during this form of warfare and you'll finish flawlessly triumphant. It may affect you mentally as well as physically, but this is a challenge you must be able to accept in order to overcome.
Wise words from your general
Reload
Games mess with your head, especially ones that require you to progress through a linear path in a created world because it assures of a difficult task ahead. And when it comes, it can be both mentally and physically challenging, creating a bit of frustration, anger and tension.
In Burnout 2, like other games, you are given a bit of luxury in modes like Exhibition that allow you to simply race for fun and don't mean very much, but once I entered its main area, the Championship mode, the feeling I had of enjoyment somehow morphed itself into something more vulgar and unpleasant. Not that it was a bad game or anything, it just got scarily, mentally challenging. It started off very enjoyable, which was probably a bit deceiving, and then all of a sudden as I started ranking 1st on the leader's board and doing well, the game turned on me as if to say in a Hannibalecta kinda voice "I'll show you!"
Now, the races became intensively tough. I didn't have the best of cars to choose from because I hadn't unlocked them yet, and the computer simply used this at its advantage. In one race in particular, I had a set target position to oblige to (1st) to win the tournament and that alone got me prematurely nervous. Then, as the race started I got a good lead using burnout, when in the latter stages of the race, out of the blue a truck came in at a junction I was about to fly past and made me crash! I was furious-ly tense as the game held me up for about five seconds, long enough for all the charged up racers to zoom past me. The war just got tougher.
As I resumed into gear, my mind was charged up with only one thought in store, to win the race. I clutched the pad once more, began to fulfill all the needed stunts to maximise my burnout bar and then I was off, flying past cars in a very unstable state very weary of crashing once more, but luckily I held out and held on to burnout for a substancial amount of time, caught up with 3rd, then 2nd and yes, thanks to my mental confidence to overcome this opposing force, I won the race. Physically, I was a bit shattered. My index finger was rebelling against my wishes of motion and I went quite dizzy from staring at the screen without blinking for too long.
It's always when an unlikely opposing force occurs that warfare takes place in games, especially emotionally because the odds always seem against you.
There are a lot of incredibly involving games around and Medal of Honour Frontline just happens to be one of them. Based on one of the World Wars itself, it holds one of the most incredibly intensifying, suspense-filled atmospheres I've ever encountered in a game. Once I got it, I was raring to start playing and indeed I did, obviously beginning with the first level. This took me up to five goes to eventually complete because of a few main factors; I was blown away by the graphics; the action was terribly involving and realistic, soldiers screaming in pain and all sorts; and I didn't have a clue what I was meant to do. After the third go, I became increasingly frustrated and I started to battle this negative force stopping me from passing the level. Bullets were flying everywhere and I kept getting hit as I tried to rescue several soldiers, which was part of my objective. Then, I realised that I had to sacrifice some of my energy to gain success, so I frantically started bashing the buttons for continuous fire and I was frighteningly out of control from the huge amount pressure my fingers laid on the control pad, I was that tense.
Finally, after receiving lots of jumps from the opposition popping out and shooting me from nowhere, and going psychologically mad, I found a way around the enemy's defense and completed the level. Little did I know the game got a lot more harder, scarier, intense etc etc.
It's games like MOH: Frontline that I never forget because of how challenging they are, and it's the most challenging games that always offer a memorable experience. But it's not only games that fancy their chances against your moral being, flaming hardware can be a pain in the backside as well.
Recently, my PS2 has been acting rather strangely, which has led to me getting very angry with it..."bad, bad PS2!" I've done absolutely nothing to it for the two years I've had it and all of a sudden it starts rebelling against me. It wasn't reading my games like it normally did, because it's been scratching it itself and it at times it took up to 2 hours to load Pro Evolution Soccer 2, time that I didn't really have. Also, it somehow managed to automatically delete some of my precious saved data and reset itself to all the wrong settings. Now, I don't know what you would be like after all this, but I'm sure you can empathise with the mental trauma I went through because of this machine. The physical side of this particular warfare came in the hurtling of my control pads (in anger), which did hurt my elbow a bit.
This was one battle I could not win, so I had no option, but to turn to the Sony repair officials who sorted things out for me.
There you have it. Gaming isn't all fun and games, as I have found out, but use those first-hand tactics from your conscience with the aid of luck during this form of warfare and you'll finish flawlessly triumphant. It may affect you mentally as well as physically, but this is a challenge you must be able to accept in order to overcome.
Wise words from your general
Reload