I usually juggle two or three games in a row in the hopes that I can find a game which I will like enough to become addicted too for a little while. I like games. Love them. They’re beyond awesome – they are things that cannot be complimented, as a compliment is not sufficient for their existence. They’re too good for words.
Anyway, I have been playing Destiny these past five days. I am a Level 34 Warlock called Middle-Earther. The reference to Tolkiens land of gloriousness is my puny characters salute to the best writer of all time. Seriously, what I wouldn’t give to shrink a foot or so, gain furry feet, curly hair, and an appetite the likes of which food, inanimate as it is, would shiver and cower before me. To be a Hobbit, in the Shire, in Middle Earth would be my life’s goal should madness have engulfed me entirely. Yes, it will never happen, but what praise to Tolkien to make a reader such as myself which Middle-Earth was where I lived rather than…Earth-Earth.
Anyway I digress. Playing Destiny these past few days has been a pretty great experience. The actual story line is a bit ‘meh’ for my liking, but what I love the whole match-making pairings of missions that you can join with other players from all over the world.
The game in general is about Earth being wiped out once again by other races, and so we players as ‘Guardians’ are quested to save it – once again THAT cliché. Without the match-making missions this game would have been played by my sleep-gaming self, snoring as I went along. It is sort of like what waxing is like. You apply the wax, brace yourself for the pain and onslaught, fight your way through it, and it is a squeaky clean finish. You apply your armour and weapons, brace yourself for shooting all number of buggers, fight your war through the laser-blasting bastards, and then you win. Simple.
Now don’t get me wrong, it is not the best game. Not by a freakin’ lightyear. But it is a really interesting game when playing with other Guardians across the planet.
I have been cursed at in French over the microphone, pushed into oncoming laser-bombs, resurrected countless times because my dumb arse character got caught between a rock and tree, and blown up on my darn hovercraft when a tank the size of . I honestly do not know which one is the funnier insult from the other players, but it dang well is entertaining.
Whether you have played this game or not, or even heard of it, if you ever get the chance to play it, play it with others. It is tolerable then, and ONLY then. The storyline can be tossed to the void. Who needs that when you can watch others from all over the place hop about with guns and jet-packs. From a distance it is like militarised bugs skipping about. Very few games exist where the main story is not the best part of it…which actually really kind of sucks for the story writers and planners. But hey, the did a good job overall.