But when I woke up morning to drudge through the tedium of Destiny to find a $5 deal on what is considered a religious experience in video games, I had to have it. What is $5 after all when you're buying five games at once?
I haven't played Half Life in decades. It's been so long that I can't even remember what platform I actually played it on. I think it was Playstation, but it could've been an Xbox. But I do remember that it was fun and challenging.
I don't know much about Half Life 2 except that it was very VERY popular when Scott and Aaron had played it those decades ago, and that it has spawned a cult which involves creating a hidden announcement about Half Life 3 from the most pedantic details, and run through a Rube Goldberg machine of mathematics and pop culture references until it results in the number 3, with possibly more coming to provide dates and times. Kinda like the coming of the apocalypse.
So I dove into the game and found myself feeling like the game has actually aged really well. Conversations and animations are all really quite good. Not blocky, not cheap. A real production value hampered only by the ability of a household computer.
It's a good day when a game can actually do that to you, whether it's frustrating you by how tiny and agile those fucking headcrabs are and making you waste far too much of your ammunition to warrant killing them, to making you really panic when other characters are giving you the fear of God. Or better yet, making you want to flip the bird to who you think is the antagonist (At least I think he is, you know, the guy providing the scientific propaganda?).
I'm yet to finish the first game and move onto Episode 1 and 2, because I've either been binge watching Raising Hope and My Name is Earl, or playing through some Borderlands the Pre-Sequel while wishing Destiny had the same effort put into it without the plans of exploitation of their devoted fans, but I'm pushing through chapter by chapter.
I might just load it up now, actually...
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