“FARAH!!
FARAH!!! FAR... Who are you?” “I’m Elika. The person who is going
to get in your way when you’re trying to leap from wooden planks or
climb up a wall. Every time,” “Oh...why should I give a rats ass about
you then?” “Because I’m the only one who can save the world from
eternal night.” “But it looks fine to me.” “Oh I’m about to lead my
father to the temple of the god of Darkness so he can start the
apocalypse,” “Why would you do that?” “Shut up and follow my beautiful
ass,” “........Okay.”
And
this is how I felt at the beginning of Prince of Persia. I played this
game on the xbox when it first came out and rather enjoyed it. But now
that I have actually played good video games, this second run through
isn’t doing much to help that opinion. Prince of Persia takes place
somewhere sandy. Like really fucking sandy. Like sand forever trapped
firmly within every one of your orifices. You are greeted with the
familiar name that we all know and love. Farah. This is what the
prince is yelling when he enters the game. “HOORAY!!” goes my nostalgia
bone which is very quickly snapped and drained of bone marrow by the
reboot monster. Because he isn’t looking for the mysterious assassin
girl of the original games. No. He is looking for his donkey. What
the FUCK! Not two minutes into the game am I slapped the face with the
reboot stick. We are then very quickly introduced to Elika who is
running away from her father for whatever reason. I then follow her
because I’m a gentleman or because I want to get in her pants. Haven’t
decided yet. We get to this bigass tree temple which is holding
Aramashmalamdin. There’s a fight between the prince and Elika’s dad,
the king. Remember when combat was fun and difficult in the first game
and you really had to time counters and you had a shitload of enemies to
deal with. NOT THIS GAME!! This game was like FUCK combat. It’s so
painfully easy to kill everything,combos are stupidly simple, and every
one of the monsters you fight in the game, save the “Boss battles” have
instant deaths if you get them to the edge. The combat isn’t a
challenge. It’s a nuisance. So cling-clang, daddy’s pissed, chops down
the tree. Then shit hits the fan and aramioshfghofhn is escaping. So
begins the meat of the game. Next post is gonna be abo.....GET THE FUCK
OUT OF MY WAY ELIKA!! I JUST WANT TO TYPE!!
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