… lately I’m carving through games like a Mexican carving through pigs in an old PETA video. I railed through Battlefield: Bad Company 2 on hard in a single sitting.
Next up, because I’m a trophy-whore, my brother in law recommended Terminator: Salvation – for the simple reason you get a gold trophy for beating each level on any difficulty, and two extra ones and the platinum for beating it on hard. Easiest platinum, evar.
When he decided to take it back and try for the platinum, I moved on to Assassin’s Creed 2. This game was everything I hoped it’d be, and then some. Ezio might not be the fully-grown badass that Altair was, but at least the mother fucker can swim.
Spoiler Alerts: Stop reading now if you’re the slightest bit touchy about spoilers, I’ll try my best but I won’t leave all of it to the imagination!
The game finishing on another cliffhanger for some reason made me rage, even though I really should have seen it coming. The game makes no claim to be a “dramatic conclusion” to anything, so I don’t really know why I was expecting any kind of closure.
Playing as Desmond near the end was awesome, despite the fact the “hidden blade” isn’t exactly hidden sitting over the sleeve of his 20th century “hip hop clothing“. Hopefully the expectant third title in the series is Desmond bringing it home to the Templars in a contemporary time period, because I think the idea of silently eliminating gun-toting enemies and blending in with metro-city crowds could really bring something new to the game…
… or it could screw the franchise up completely. 