Oh, great. April Fools’ is on Sunday. This is the worst day, the absolute worst, in video gaming.
It’s hard for me to look at the news of the preceding 10 or so days and not feel like there’s been some enormous, possibly irreparable rupture between gamers and those who serve them. I certainly contributed to this with a post about the ending of Mass Effect 3 and the movement to have it changed or appended.
Let’s stop giving a shit what Roger Ebert says about video games, and art, OK? We’ve tried like hell to make him into a punching bag and neither he nor the rest of the world gives a crap for the fact we choose to feel so insulted every time he says something about video games.
The attempted raffle of an early copy of Mass Effect 3 this week still bothers me, even though its owners apologised and pulled back the gimmick when they realised it would run afoul of anti-gambling laws. The raffle or its legality isn’t what really bothers me, however.
We have a clubhouse leader for stupidest triple-A game name of 2012, and it’s at least seven months from release. Medal of Honor: Warfighter.
I swear, Battlefield fans have to be the unhappiest people on Earth.
I sometimes play Words With Friends, and I play it the way I play Scrabble: using words that a) I know and that b) I’m sure are words normal people would use. I don’t use wacky words (which isn’t to say any word I don’t know is “wacky” — in some cases I’m the ignorant problem).