You know, sometimes I
wonder if I should just give up video games.
I wonder, but I never
get that far -- never past that threshold.
That’s because there are still a lot of good games out there. Metal
Gear Rising. BioShock Infinite. GTA5.
The Wonderful 101.
Transistor. Tokyo Jungle. Mario
3D World. Dark Souls and its kin. And most recently, Mario Kart 8. So it’s not a
matter of apocalyptic mumbling, or some assumption that the video game industry
is doomed. There are good games out
right now, good games that have come out semi-recently, and good games that are
destined to see release before year’s end.
There is absolutely no reason to give in to doomsaying and gloom.
That all said, there is
a distinction. There is something that I
have no problem giving up -- and that’s bad video games. Sounds simple enough, sure. Nobody wants to waste their time with a bad
game, least of all me; suffering through a stinker just reminds me how much
more writing I could get done instead, and how much more fun I could have had
typing out my yarns. But recently, it
seems like my instincts have gotten sharper.
For one reason or another, I’ve gotten better at suspecting trouble in
games before they even hit the shelves.
So I guess from now on, it’s going to be a matter of trusting them
instead of wasting my time trying to give those stinkers “a fair shake”.
Is there a chance that
I could be turning my back on a “great game, great experience”? Yes.
But there’s also the chance that I could be 100% right. That even if reviews give a game no less than
a 7 (itself the “danger zone” of review scores), that’s no guarantee of its
quality or even close to a good time.
And there’s no other
game that proves that -- that tells me to cast judgment long beforehand --
better than Watch Dogs.