Destiny PS3/4

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.Destiny


Belated Review 1: The Walking Dead season 1

I thought I’d start with this show first, as in my country of the United Kingdom, Fox has just began to broadcast season 6 (clap, clap, clap!).

Going back to season one brings a smile to my face. A huge, terrifyingly-grimesBritish smile. ‘Twas the season that began what has become a staple in my life, and I am unashamed to say that the moment the first episode ended, I bear-hugged my TV like I would Officer Friendly should I ever have the chance. Watch out Rick Grimes. You nabbed yourself a crazy Brit on that day back in 2010.

Now, do I care it started as a bit of a cliché of a guy waking up from a coma to find that he still had all limbs intact un-muched, AND the world had pretty much ended by zombie infestation? No, no I do not. Why? Because it’s Rick Grimes. Why because its Rick Grimes? Because having read the comics beforehand, no one human unless hilariously unfortunate takes as much crap as that man!

He gets shot – he survives. He gets hit by a shovel – miraculously waking up once more without the growth of a rhino horn for that smash to the forehead. His best friend is sleeping with his wife – which sucks for him obviously. His new-found horse gets eaten alive, he gets trapped in an army tank, becomes temporarily deaf in an army tank, contemplates suicide in said army tank, nearly gets eaten himself escaping aforementioned army tank, gets held at gunpoint with actual living human beings, and wears the guts of previously living humanoids to get to a darn van to get away from zombies.

This is all in episodes one and two. The man practically bitch-slaps the faces of people like me, who upon waking to such a world, would more than likely have not taken to such a world so easily and proceeded to get chomped on as I ran around with flailing arms.

The first season introduces a character so interesting and oddly zombie-world-adapting that I, personally, cannot stop watching what he does next. After he and his new little gang escape Atlanta, Georgia, and regroup with their ‘people’, thereon begins the ‘Ricktatorship’ – which some may argue doesn’t happen in the first season. They’re wrong! The moment The Grimes opened his darn eyes to the zombie world, he was in full blown whip-ass mode.

The season progresses as the group get to know each other, share stories, etc. You see more of the dynamic between Rick and his best friend Shane, Shane and Ricks wife Lori (who mighty God of Thunder, is so well written to be disliked I nearly ate my hand at one point). You become attached to characters like Glenn and Dale, Andrea and Carol who share more screen time, and then BAM! Like potatoes thrown at your head, you get hit with almighty bang of crap that is just no good for healthy hearts. Or heads.

So after a few personal and sad deaths, the group travel onto the CDC in Georgia hoping to hear that there is a cure for the limbless, bloodied, cannibals that are now branded ‘Walkers’. Which is probably the thing that makes least sense in my crazy mind. Those zombies…there ain’t a cure for that head dangling off!

Anyway, you meet a guy called Edwin Jenner (bells ringing anyone?) who seems like a lovely fellow, all wine-giving and food-sharing. Until you find out he is planning on suicide as there is no hope for humanity. He goes off on an almighty rant about how hopeless it all it, and that their deaths will be painless and it is inevitable, and that they’re all infected (which he only tells Rick)…

That isn’t good enough for the Grimes! He gets his gang out of the CDC before the explosion happens (minus one), and then, THEN all hope seems lost. They drive away…the screen fades out…and then we’re left thinking ‘DAMMMMN!’.

Season one is awesome. It is all about the characters, their interactions, emotions and actions. It makes sense. I can safely guarantee that their going crazy at certain points would be nothing compared to the bat-crap crazy I would be in such a world, and that is why it is so awesome. They can be crazy.

To anyone who loves shows about character development, zombies, horror and emotional breakdowns, love, goriness and so on (good-looking officers…anyone?) – this show is for you.

Bicycle Girl


  • Bicycle Girl zombie – the two scenes she appears in…bloody hell. Onslaught on emotions.
  • Morgan Jones – Applause for the man who saved this New World’s Rick Grimes, and bought humanity in bucket-loads.
  • The Dixon Brothers – One is crazy, the other is a arrow-shooting biker. They’re both genius characters.
  • Amy’s Resurrection – Yep. This scene was stunning. Totally would have been eaten if I were Andrea in that moment.
  • CDC – The whole thing

So it begins…

I have thought about doing this for a long time, and I have got to say, this is pretty swell. I mean, besides the fact that I have pretty much no idea what I am doing on this thing, all seems to be going according to my plan of just winging it.

I want to hear from anyone else on Earth that loves the same ol’ geeky things I do. I also want to finally receive my letter from Hogwarts (late as it may be), become an Istari so I can be best buddies with the glorious Gandalf, snoop on George R.R.Martin so I can finally see what the heck happens to Tyrion and Arya, and also enter an alternate plain of being where I kick some zombie arse with the awesomeness that be Rick Grimes. Love the guy. Comics? Hell yeah. TV show? HELLZ YE-AYH, WHATCHA!

Anyway, I will be posting again shortly. With better structure. More rambling. A few quotes maybe. Reviews.