Thanks a lot dude!

2009-05-04T21:56:00.000-07:00

Thanks a lot dude!

BioShock’s combat machine contains a finite number...

2007-10-14T03:27:00.000-07:00

BioShock’s combat machine contains a finite number of moving pieces, but they all fit together perfectly.
A big part of the game’s success comes from crafting your own fun: Endless resurrection means any
battle can be won through attrition, and by the end, it’s possible to take down a Big Daddy with a short,
simple series of incendiary crossbow bolts—but it’s far more satisfying to scout a location, set a stage,
make the A.I. performers dance, and then reload if it doesn’t go according to plan. My most satisfying
battle involved pitting two Big Daddies against one another while I just kicked back and watched. For
you, frag grenades might do just fine.

VISIBLE BRUSHSTROKES
The fact that I can even toss around words like “art” and “choice is an illusion” with a straight face should
tell you something: In Rapture, a little rote mission design (collect four of these, three of these, then
bring them back here) and a few physics bugs that leave corpses twitching for all eternity are trivia.
That the hacking minigame gets old halfway in, or that ammo vending machines serve no logical
purpose in a utopian society, or that there’s a damn escort mission at the end are matters of academia.
The truth is, I’ve never been so emotionally involved in an escort mission before. Games don’t normally
warrant the kind of discussions I’ve had about BioShock. This is something special. So I have to admit: I got a little teary at the
“good” ending. I’m not telling you this to show you how deep I am or so that you can call me a sissy; I’m telling you simply ‘cuz that’s what happened.
After turning me into a living arsenal for 20 hours, BioShock took about 15 seconds to utterly disarm me.•

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BioShock’s combat machine contains a finite number...