Maaaaate, I’ve had some stinkers that I’ve regretted over the years!
The first was probably GTA IV. After thoroughly enjoying the third instalment and San Andreas/Vice City, the fourth game was a major disappointment. Nico Belic was about much fun as third degree sunburn! I dunno how they got it so wrong, I gave up after having to take a date to a bowling alley! Seriously? What is this, The Sims? I’ve tried it several times since and I still can’t get over how forgettable the game seems.
But despite this, I was one of the 1.35 billion people who bought GTA V.
The second was Bethesda’s 2009 reboot of Wolfenstein. Whereas the previous Return To Castle Wolfenstein was excellent, the new game started off well… until I found myself drifting through silly fourth dimensional Nazi portals! Wait,- whut… It was completely jarring and ruined the immersion; so much so that I threw the game in the rubbish. In the rubbish! I never throw games in the bin!
This act of spite haunted me for many years until I decided to buy it again (yes, I’m a bit nuts). It now sits on my shelf with a warning label, should I ever decide time has sufficiently rose-tinted my view of this painful disappointment.
Having said that, I was first in line to buy Wolfenstein: The New Order. Go figure!
The third game I’ll mention is Assassin’s Creed. I still struggle to fathom how this game killed Prince Of Persia. The controls are about as clunky as a 1950s gearbox and Altair has more arrogance than a certain American president. The accent doesn’t help either! Who on earth spoke like that in 1160 AD?!
As you can probably guess, I headed out to buy Assassin’s Creed II.
Sometimes you get lemons I s’pose. We can’t let them jade us though, as it’s all part of the gaming fabric!
Cheerskis!
Sonny (AERO_HDT – PSN ID)
