Yeah, I guess I haven't told you people about my problem. I am afflicted with the ironclad nerves of a chihuahua. The smallest thing makes me jump like a girl and screech twice as loud. I absolutely abhor 90% of all horror movies. Please, let me be clear, this has nothing to do with fear, I am, after all an utter pussy. Not yet a colossal pussy. I'm not "scared" of the content of horror movies/games. My problem is my nerves. Since, in the last decade or so, horror movies have transitioned from being actually frightening, to using "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHHH, I AM A MONSTER WHO JUST JUMPED OUT AT YOU!!!" tactics. Every time, EVERY TIME that happens, I experience physical pain inside. I could regale you with funny stories of the ass I've made of myself because of this, but I don't know you that well yet. I hate it, but it makes me an utter pussy.
So, I tell you that to get to this. I purchased Condemned for the 360 the other day. I hear it's a damned good game with a damned good story and I found it for thirteen dollars. I'd practically be losing money not jumping on a deal like that, right? I did know, however, that it's supposed to be one of the scarriest games to be released in recent memory. Every once in a while, I forget what a pussy I am & think that this time will be different. This time I'll conquer my anxieties and experience a good horror game.
I'll be damned if I was wrong. After about 6 out of the 8 initial Hobo Attacks I experienced came about when I heard a noise next to me & all of a sudden BumFights was all up in my grill with a pipe, I turned the game off due to hyperventillation. I hate this about myself and hope that the pouring out of my emo little heart here will somehow be cathartic and move me just that much closer to a cure. Please, if nothing else pity me my brothers, for I am a broken gamer.
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