Far Cry 2 is ambitious. When I saw it at Ubidays last May, I was quick to latch onto it -- 50 square kilometers of open space, full of stuff to shoot (dudes, cars, zebras!) and the ability to set the African countryside on fire to screw with enemies. It was a lot of fun at the event, so what happened between then and now?
I mean, it's plenty fun. But while crossing a mile or two of terrain on foot because some jackass made short work of my jeep, it occurred to me that these soldiers have an otherworldly ability to see me amongst brush, trees, and good ol' Next-Gen Brown dirt. Meanwhile, I can't see a goddamn thing. And these bastards are picking me off a half-click to a click away. With pistols!
And while I'm picking out shrapnel from my bicep with my fucking teeth (which, admittedly, is damned cool) and digging bullets out of my legs, they're on the horn to their buddies a mile away in a field. "What are you up to, Steve? Well, there's this guy, and he's mortally wounded, I was thinking maybe you could pick him off. Poker tonight? Rad. Later." Blam! Blood spills and I load from the last arbitrary save point I encountered. Balls.
When I suck at games these days, I'm really hesitant to blame it on the game itself, because I'm getting older and fatter and slower and such, like we do. But did I miss a cinematic earlier in the game where the enemy soldiers were replaced with a bus-load of Predators or something? Cripes, I hate sucking.
1 comments:
Yeah, it really is too bad that you suck so much.
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