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Games I've Been Playing - A Critique

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Resident Evil: Revelations

We got so close to what it felt like when wandering the mansion in Resident Evil or more justly, in the REmake. This has been the closest we've ever gotten to what Resident Evil is all about: horror. The first few 'episodes' of Revelations were quite good in capturing the horror essence that the series has stapled itself to be. Dreary and dark those cabin halls were. It evoked a feeling of dread in me, not since the opening chapter of Leon's story in RE6, which remains the most chilling part of the whole game if I were to even choose such a thing. But then after that it fell to the same motions of nearly all RE games; the villain being someone too obvious and yet they try to hide it, secret laboratory, sparse character development. But nonetheless, the game still remained solid. I liked it but not to the point of ecstacy. No where near that.

Infamous

Long before I got a PS3 which was only a little more than a year ago, I had always wanted to play Infamous. But to be honest, I was disappointed in the game. Everything seemed less than great in terms of quality, though decent enough. The story was routine, the characters drab, the setting a bit generic at times. The parts I did enjoy most were the ventures underneath the city in efforts to return power to certain areas of the city. The platforming along with the combat was quite well done. Everything just felt subpar. After finishing it, I felt very little in terms of having my time put into the game well-savored. Nothing special excpet for the lightning mechanics and even that felt average. 

Devil May Cry 4

Oh boy, what fun I've been missing out on over the years. Many a time I've considered purchasing this or one of the other entries in the series, but being myself, I'm not much of a hack-and-slash fan. Recently I bought all of the DMC games minus the more recent title (DMC). Of the knowledge I knew of the series I knew it wouldn't matter too much which order I played them in since apparently the chronology of the series is thus: 3, 1, 4, 2. I had played the first DMC years ago but hadn't remembered much but the small fact that I didn't get very far. I knew of Dante and how much of a clever smartass he could be. But I was first formally introduced to Nero, who turned out to be a character I very much enjoyed. The game was great up until the point where you play as Dante and basically go the same path as you did as Nero, but in reverse. I found it tedious and a but lazy and uncreative. The bosses were great, especially, I forget his name, Berial I think. But again, you fought them again as you were essentially backtracking for the last half of the game as Dante. I very much enjoyed it nonetheless. Think I'll play DMC2 next, though I hear it is the worst of the series, but solely on the purpose that chronologically it takes place after 4. The probably the original, followed by 3, which has been touted as the best of the series. Might as well end at the beginning.

But before any of that, I intend to play Metro: Last Light next. That of which I am very excited for.

Happy gaming!

I'm Leaving...

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Bye everyone. I find that my presence here is futile and pointless. This antediluvian site bores me.

Farewell....

The Statement of Mr. Carson

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The Statement of Mr. Carson

David Wheeler

A Short Story

"Good evening, gentlemen. I am fully aware of what reactions and conclusions you will succumb to once I have divulged my endeavors with my fellow adventurer and protégé, Mr. Wilson. It is truly not for the faint of heart. Oh no, you will experience fear with me tonight. I trust you are all prepared to hear my story. My story of fear and terror.

"As some of you may know, Mr. Wilson and I have always ventured to the far reaches of the globe. Reluctance never appears when someone tells us of a mysterious and wondrous place to which we cannot resist the temptation to explore. We have always ventured to the unknown. To places no one else would dare go. If no one else did it, we did.

"Mr. Wilson and I overheard a conversation while eating at the local tavern. The countenance of the conversers was that of bewilderment and bemusement. We could not resist as I have just said. We set down our half-finished pints of ale and walked over to the ever-encroaching crowd of people who fell into the pool of words themselves. As we stood among them we heard an amazing tale.

" 'Oh, yes, ma'am. This place was indeed dangerous. The caverns glistened from the small pool of water that refracted our lamplights. The stalactites and stalagmites were of other-worldly wonder. They were twisted and formed in a fashion that would seem impossible. This was the first thing that caught our eyes as we came into the caverns. We took it upon ourselves to venture deeper within this cavern. We vaulted over the rocks and boulders to find we had just entered a large atrium. The enormous cavern contained a blue, shimmering pool. We, meaning myself and my dear friend, Roger, tried to get closer to the pool and discovered that its blue sheen came from an unseen source as if the color came from the abyss. We discharged this account and went deeper into the cavern. I'm sure more or less at this point that you are wondering which cavern we came to.' "

"The crowd murmured to him to continue his bold tale. Incessantly, he continued.

" 'Macnair Caverns is the place. Just off by the Darfaunt Woods.'

"After his divulged statement of the whereabouts of this strange yet beckoning location, we set off to look for it.

"We traveled on horseback. The caverns were many kilometers away from the town at which we just departed from. A walk would be unbearable. We would be encumbered by the weight of our own bodies on our feet. We galloped at a slow, yet insistent speed through the plains, the forests, the numerous hills, into an encroaching storm. Faint thunder could be heard periodically. The cumulus clouds were alit. Despite the visage of black clouds in the mountains before us, we continued our trek to the Macnair Caverns.

"Very soon, we came upon the sight of the caverns. The mouth of the cave was surrounded by jagged rocks that proved discouraging. The trees withered and bent away from the mouth as if to get as far away from something as it could. We observed the cave for quite some time until we grew weary of this continuous pondering. We walked to the mouth, horse reins in hand, and I could have sworn I heard a silent, slivery laugh emit from the cave. I debated this claim for quite some time but discarded it because of its lunacy. I reached for the pouch on the saddle of my steed, and pulled out a torch, and lit it with a simple flint rock.

"As we came close to the now gaping mouth of the Macnair Caverns the horses grew restless and started to neigh and jump away from the caves. We tried to calm them, soothe them, but with no avail. Mr. Wilson and I could no longer grasp their bucking forms, and so, their reins snapped from our grip and they fled into the Darfaunt Woods. Their vigorous gallops faded away from our ears and vanished into space and time. We indeed did fret from our loss, but our enthusiasm raged on within our minds. We turned our gaze back to the beckoning mouth of the cavern. And that is when my protégé, Mr. Wilson spoke.

" 'Mr. . .Mr. Carson? This cave sends shivers up my spine. It doesn't set well with me. Can we turn back?' "

"And I replied: 'Why Mr. Wilson, when we have gotten this far? If we turn back now we will miss our chance of seeing this cave's magnificence. We may yet find something worthwhile. Oh, yes. We will indeed find something in these caves.'

"He seemed to have thought about this for quite some time but with sincere reluctance, he gave in. 'Whatever you say Mr. Carson. I will follow you,' he says. I turned once more to the caves and stepped forward with Mr. Wilson following.

"We stepped into darkness. A darkness that has never known light and never will.

. . .

"The ever-persistent dark encroached upon us instantly as we stepped through the rocky threshold of the cavern. We stood for a moment, adjusting our eyes. After a few seconds I called for my protégé and he answered back with a shivery voice.

'Come, my friend. Try to stick close. If we lose sight of each other make sure to call out.' I could vaguely see his head nod in acknowledgement, but the torch gave adequate light. I turned away and pressed on into the mouth of the cave and into the bowels of hell. The rocky floor was wet and made a slippery sound as we walked. The floor glistened with a qualitative luster of which I never seen the likes of before. It gave a weird ominous glow; not of white light, but of blue light. It was faint, but you could see it well enough.

" 'We both said nothing for minutes as we went deeper. The precariously placed rocks on the floor were jagged and I succumbed to a slight slip and nearly lost my footing, but I managed to keep myself up. 'You all right?' asked Mr. Wilson.

" 'Yes. Just a slight tumble.' I gave a slight grin but there was no sign that he saw it. We righted ourselves and continued on. The torch by this point was losing luminosity, and this made me very uneasy, for if we lost it, we would be helpless in the dark. I discarded this conundrum from my conscious and pressed on.

"It was more or less at this point in our quest when I grew weary of it. Where was the blue pool the man mentioned in his tale, I asked myself? Where is the beauty that resides in these caves, if any? Mr. Wilson was in front of me. I watched him side-step around a rock, step over another, and another, and another. I just watched his feet not looking around. Ignoring the entire world except for his footing. I shook my sight from his feet and looked around trying to think straight. This cavern seemed to have a weird effect on me. I can't explain it. I felt dizzy for a moment. I shuddered when there was no cold. I looked at Mr. Wilson's feet for minutes. I wasn't myself. I could voluntarily still do my normal actions and behavior, but there were moments of complete involutariness. I didn't know what to think of it. For a long time I shuffled between thoughts until I heard Mr. Wilson scream and then the ensuing fall which befell him. I was maybe ten feet behind him from where he fell. My ears could hear that his fall was sufficient enough, I would think, to break a leg. I shook myself from my thoughts and called out to Mr. Wilson. I walked quickly to where he fell but I was wary and felt for the precipice from which he had fallen from. I held the torch low above the crevice to try and see my friend but I could not. I called out for some time but no answer came. 'Mr. Carson!' he yelled from below with a shivery voice.

" 'Wilson, are you all right?" I called.

" 'Yes, but I may have broken something.'

" 'Can you walk?'

" 'I think so. I'll try.'

" 'I'm coming down.'

" 'No! Don't come down. Don't come down. It is treacherous.'

"I heard him groan as if he was rising. I could only hear him, not see him. I couldn't see anything. Nothing but the rocky floor surrounding me. I heard a final grunt as he, I would think, stood up.

" 'Are you all right?' I called.

"There was an uncomfortable moment of silence that seemed to grab my head and smash it into a rock. It was probably the most unnerving moment of my life. It was quite some time before I gained a response.

" 'Oh my God! Carson it's monstrous--terrible--unbelievable.'

" 'What is it?'

" 'I can't describe it. It's beyond palpable description. It's hideous. Please. For the love of God, turn back Mr. Carson. Run for the exit. Don't come for me.'

" 'Wilson!'

" 'No! Turn back. Leave me. I am done for. Back! Back! BEAT IT! GET AWAY!'

" 'Wilson!? Wilson! Can you hear me. Wilson?' Then something horrid emitted from the depths, a voice so terrible and devilish, I would dare not hear it ever again.

" 'You fool. Wilson is DEAD!'

Film of the Week #3

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A Fish Called Wanda

Starring John Cleese, Kevin Kline, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Michael Palin; this hilarious comedy centers aroundfour thieves who double-cross one another for the loot and Cleese gets caught in the middle. This is my favorite comedy film. Historical records allude to the fact that a man literally died laughing while watching this film. Kline's Oscar-winning role as Otto is amazingly amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqAJUlSRCwo

An excellent film!

Philosophy and Poetry

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I normally write prose. Stories, novels, novellas; that sort of thing, but I thought I'd try my hand at some poetry. What you may read will not likely induce tranquility or the utmost desire to love the meticulously placed words but at least you may enjoy them a little. I cannot write poetry. I can write it, but not fascinate people with it. Do not expect greatness in the ensuing sentences. Only expect decency. But first, let's introduce some incoherent philosophical BS. . .

The ever-encroaching dark defeats the light only to be again defeated by the light. The definition of night and day. . .

Perhaps we will see the end of time. Armageddon. Apocalypse. End of Days, if you will. Maybe. But for now let's discard this idea and introduce yet another. Once upon a time, there was a hippie. A sweet hippie. A kind hippie. But also an atrocious hippie. For he regarded pot and sex as a means of everlasting escape. How putrid. But let's discard this idea and reintroduce an aforementioned idea. Time is infinite, but only with E=mc2. Oh, no! The hippie is coming now!. Run away. Metaphorically. Figuratively. Actually, don't run, for you are running from a figment of my imagination.

A great few of you may think that the hippie within my conscious has vanquished my mind. But fret not for I am still in the midst of narration.

And now for some horrible poetic sentences with interesting word placement. . .

Cinquain

The Crypt

No one can see you

No one yet grieves for you

No one yet knows that you are still

Breathing

This be. . .

The winged thing

An expressionless thing

No though of what it leaves behind

Its seed. . .

The blood

coagulates

within you rotten tomb

For this man is no longer here

just yet. . .

Free Verse

These wicked creatures carry me off

Into places yet to be found

From what rotten tomb they dwell I cannot tell

For they fly among the westward swell

High above the rocky abyss I now see

Only to look up and gaze at the demon

But only if it wore a face where faces should be found.

I hope you enjoyed traveling through my twisted mind.

Farewell, my friends.

Film of the Week #2

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Casino

Martin Scorsese's epic companion film to Goodfellas involves the life of Sam Rothstein, a clever gambler and strategist who rises in the casino empire(with the help of the mob) only to have it tore down by his boyhood mob friend and wife. A very good movie. In many ways I like it better than Goodfellas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBjmiE1kf_Q

Go see this one. . .

Seriously. . .

Film of the Week #1

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El Laberinto del Fauno

Otherwise known as Pan's Labyrinth to us American's, this Mexiccan-made movie is perhaps the best fantasy film ever created. Directed by Guillermo del Toro (Hellboy) this spiritual successor to del Toro's "The Devil's Backbone" is one amazing movie. If you have not seen this work of art, then you should be ashamed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqYiSlkvRuw

Go see it. . .

Incoherent Message

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Can anyone else hear that high pitched whine? It seems to either be emanating from within my skull, or perhaps the basement.

Top 40 Horror/Suspense Movies

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  • The Haunting--1963
  • The Silence of the Lambs
  • Halloween--1978
  • The Shining
  • Alien
  • Psycho
  • Jaws
  • The Exorcist
  • Aliens
  • Poltergeist
  • Misery
  • Interview with the Vampire
  • Dracula
  • Rear Window
  • The Birds
  • Frankenstein
  • Night of the Living Dead
  • The Wolf Man
  • The Thing
  • Dawn of the Dead--1978
  • Rosemary's Baby
  • Evil Dead II
  • Nosferatu
  • Carrie
  • Texas Chainsaw Massacre--1974
  • Nightmare on Elm Street
  • North by Northwest
  • Vertigo
  • Jacob's Ladder
  • Friday the 13th
  • The Blair Witch Project
  • Pet Sematary
  • 'Salem's Lot--1979
  • Se7en
  • The Fly
  • The Ring
  • The Grudge
  • Hellraiser
  • American Psycho
  • Dawn of the Dead--2004

My Top Film Directors

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1. Steven Spielberg (Jaws, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Schindler's List)
2. Martin Scorsese (Taxi Driver, Casino, Goodfellas)
3. Stanley Kubrick (A Clockwork Orange, 2001: A Space Odyssey, The Shining)
4. Alfred Hitchcock (Psycho, The Birds, Rear Window)
5. Tim Burton (Edward Scissorhands, Sweeney Todd, Corpse Bride)
6. Quentin Tarantino (Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, Kill Bill)
7.Francis Ford Coppola (The Godfather, The Godfather Part II,Dracula)
8. Michael Mann (Heat, The Insider, Collateral)
9. Ridley Scott (Alien, Blade Runner, Gladiator)
10. James Cameron (Titanic, The Terminator, Aliens)

Honorable Mentions

Guillermo Del Toro

Alfonso Cuaron

Orson Welles

Jean-Pierre Jeunet

Werner Herzog