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rionaleonhart) wrote2018-11-27 04:04 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2018-11-27 04:04 pm
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I Wonder If Things Were Ever The Way We Remember Them.
More Red Dead Redemption II! I accidentally pissed Marston off by barging into his room when he was asleep and going 'WAKE UP' and then going 'I've forgotten what I was going to say now.' You wouldn't think that would be easy to do accidentally, but you would be wrong!
There was a point where Arthur was really close to an old flame of his because they were hiding together on a tracking mission, and the controller vibrated in a heartbeat rhythm to show that he was really conscious of his heartbeat, and it was extremely cheesy and, I'll admit, pretty cute. I've always had a weakness for 'OH NO, WE'RE CLOSE UP FOR NON-ROMANTIC REASONS, I SHOULDN'T BE HAVING THESE ROMANTIC FEELINGS.' And conveying Arthur's state of mind through controller vibration was a really interesting choice; I don't think I've seen that before.
Red Dead Redemption II has one of the most baffling game design decisions I've ever seen. Arthur's old flame invites him to the theatre. Rather than showing a montage of the acts, or just cutting to them leaving the theatre and talking about what they've just seen, like a normal game, it makes you sit through a full three-act, fifteen-minute series of performances.
(There was admittedly a 'leave theatre' option, but I didn't dare choose it because I didn't know whether it meant 'skip the theatre performance' or 'bugger off in the middle of your date'.)
I did love that there was a 'make a move' option, and when I chose it Arthur attempted the 'stretch and casually put your arm around her' move and then panicked and retracted his arm when she looked over at him, way too late for it not to be obvious what he was doing.
I also love his journal entries after that 'reconnecting with Mary' mission.
It never worked before and it won't ever work now, yet it gnaws at me, the idea of it gnaws at me like a sickness.
What is wrong with me? Do I really think I can retire someplace nice and live a normal life with a wife?
Am I a big enough dolt to believe that is possible?
I always love it when videogame characters keep journals; it's such a great way of giving some insight into the protagonist. Nathan Drake and Mae Borowski's silly doodles, Sean Diaz's anguish and panic and furry art, Arthur Morgan's nature sketches and morbid thoughts: I love them all. Keep it up, videogames!
There was a point where Arthur was really close to an old flame of his because they were hiding together on a tracking mission, and the controller vibrated in a heartbeat rhythm to show that he was really conscious of his heartbeat, and it was extremely cheesy and, I'll admit, pretty cute. I've always had a weakness for 'OH NO, WE'RE CLOSE UP FOR NON-ROMANTIC REASONS, I SHOULDN'T BE HAVING THESE ROMANTIC FEELINGS.' And conveying Arthur's state of mind through controller vibration was a really interesting choice; I don't think I've seen that before.
Red Dead Redemption II has one of the most baffling game design decisions I've ever seen. Arthur's old flame invites him to the theatre. Rather than showing a montage of the acts, or just cutting to them leaving the theatre and talking about what they've just seen, like a normal game, it makes you sit through a full three-act, fifteen-minute series of performances.
(There was admittedly a 'leave theatre' option, but I didn't dare choose it because I didn't know whether it meant 'skip the theatre performance' or 'bugger off in the middle of your date'.)
I did love that there was a 'make a move' option, and when I chose it Arthur attempted the 'stretch and casually put your arm around her' move and then panicked and retracted his arm when she looked over at him, way too late for it not to be obvious what he was doing.
I also love his journal entries after that 'reconnecting with Mary' mission.
It never worked before and it won't ever work now, yet it gnaws at me, the idea of it gnaws at me like a sickness.
What is wrong with me? Do I really think I can retire someplace nice and live a normal life with a wife?
Am I a big enough dolt to believe that is possible?
I always love it when videogame characters keep journals; it's such a great way of giving some insight into the protagonist. Nathan Drake and Mae Borowski's silly doodles, Sean Diaz's anguish and panic and furry art, Arthur Morgan's nature sketches and morbid thoughts: I love them all. Keep it up, videogames!