Ice Plasmid! Electrobolt! Machine gun! Anything! ANYTHING! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!
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Ahem. I’m playing Bioshock right now. The first one. Yes, I know the second one came out already. Yes, I know I mentioned that I got it for Christmas and now it’s May. Yes, I know I’m chronically behind on my game-playing. Shush.
Anyway.
I’m quite enjoying it. I’ve had some extremely creepy moments so far, which are quite excellent, really. I don’t usually play scary games because I find them emotionally exhausting, but with Bioshock the creepy moments are well-balanced against the rest of the gameplay, which keeps me from getting too freaked out to continue playing. The environments are amazing–looking a little bit dated at this point but that doesn’t make them any less beautiful. Being able to light someone on fire or shoot goddamned bees at them out of my hand never gets old. As far as I’m concerned, though, the crown jewel in this thing is the story and how it unfolds. Listening to those tapes sends shivers down my spine. What happened here? How did everything go so wrong? Andrew Ryan was clearly pretty batshit insane just to begin with, but when you listen to the voice of someone who just moved to Rapture to find a better life it’s pretty heartwrenching.
I’ve managed to almost completely avoid spoilers for this game, which is no mean feat, let me assure you. Because of this, I honestly have no idea how far through the game I am. I don’t know how many levels are left, or how many bosses I’ll still have to fight. But I know one thing… I’m going to find Andrew Ryan, and I am going to shoot that bastard in the face. And then cover him in bees!