Granted I didn’t play Dead Space 2, so maybe this had already been an thing from the second game, but I feel like Visceral took the “low-ammo” sitch from the first and did a complete 180. In the first Dead Space I distinctly remember having to calculate each and every shot because, hell, ammo was sparse and I had NO idea when I’d next be fortunate enough to stumble across a few shells. Seriously, I had SO much ammo that the majority had to be stored in the safe. Orrrr perhaps the feeling of invincibility came from the coming-out-of-my-eyeballs ammunition. Of course, that’s because my big-girl balls were swollen due to having my co-op partner nearby so I felt pretty invincible. Thankfully the game was still quite freaky-deeky, full of jump-scares and “WTF is THAT?!” moments, but it definitely wasn’t the “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” type of freeky-deeky. I was worried with another person physically next to me the entire time Dead Space 3 would lose some of its creep factor to a fault. That makes me two-thirds of a badass, doesn’t it? Like, I can officially say I’m 66% badass.Īhem. ::Puffs chest out:: And after 18 days I can say I’ve played and completed two out of three of the Dead Space games. and plopped Dead Space 3 into my game-reading machine. After all, what else is Wikipedia good for other than to provide gamers with critical plot moments for skipped video games? I spent a good chunk of time familiarizing myself with Dead Space 2’s story, plot twists, etc. I ultimately skipped Dead Space 2 - which PLENTY of you have ridiculed me for - but with the two-screen setup in my living room I just HAD to try out the co-op Dead Space 3 offered. The third had been out for some time (read: six months) and I was like, “WTF MATE?! I need to get on this!” And got on it I did. Y’know, the backtracking, shit always breaking, deranged, fucked up mutations of former human beings feasting on you…įast forward to 2013 and I found myself TWO Dead Space games behind. I remember really enjoying the game, and I especially enjoyed the warm ‘n fuzzies it delivered re: old-school Resident Evil nostalgia. The last time I had any interaction with Necromorphs was back in August of 2009 after completing the original Dead Space. YOU MAKE ME STAIN MY CARPET, DEAD SPACE! ::shakes fist:: Er, my couch is leather, so I suppose the urine just trickles down. I love you so, so hard, despite the fact you make me piddle my pants and stain my couch.
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