the resigned gamer, everything I hate about the thing I love the most
Showing posts with label rhythm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhythm. Show all posts

Rock Band: Please, Sam, don't play it again.

Posted by Sir Cucumber at 8:02 AM on Wednesday, August 13, 2008

sir cucumber's bitter corner, the resigned gamer

If there is one thing high school children enjoy more than the undeserved worship of pop stars, it's publicly humiliating their peers. So it was only natural synergy for MTV to get together with their frenemies Harmonix and EA to create Rock Band.

I expected nothing from this plastic monstrosity and thus was not disappointed- only annoyed.

Because I don't need an overpriced simulator to tell me I can't sing or play drums- I knew that already. The only purpose I can fathom is reminding my friends and family that I can't sing or play drums, both being facts which, in the absence of recent efforts, I was hoping they'd forget. Fortunately, since dropping out of high school (and earning my college degree), I've become old enough to drink. Otherwise I'd be left with no other coping method than slitting my wrists, which becomes far less attractive an option when one owns furniture and pays a security deposit.

rock band, the resigned gamerfuck you, Harmonix. fuck all of you.


But more importantly I can play guitar, and- at least I used to- enjoy doing so. Then I began playing more Guitar Hero than guitar until the first iteration's Expert difficulty put both my arms in splints and I retired from rockstardom. I had no intention of playing Rock Band but my housemate, who has previously demonstrated his purchasing wisdom, coughed up the down payment for this waste of space and, knowing it meant he'd probably end up having to deduct it from his share of the rent, I agreed to play along.

Which is where the annoyance sets in: How does a company acquire the developer of a critically acclaimed guitar controller, remade multiple times for multiple systems, and fuck up the guitar? Why, after all this time, does it suddenly feel like I'm wanking on a flap of wet cardboard? The white flicky stick should be clicky, not cunty. Is that so much to ask? And, while I'm at it, I didn't ask for five more fret buttons that did the same damn thing as the other five fret buttons. This strikes me as a manifestation of the rather high school or house of representatives inclination towards feeling good before doing good.

And I don't know if the PS3 or 360 versions have anything like this, or if anyone other than my housemate is casual-douche enough to buy it for the Wii, but can someone please explain the constantly blinking wireless receptor plugin? For what reason does my living room contain a flashing blue light that can only be extinguished by ripping it from the back of the console? Is it supposed to make me feel like I have pyrotechnics or something? Because it doesn't.

Haiku for the muse

Posted by Sir Cucumber at 8:02 AM on Friday, May 23, 2008

video game haiku from the resigned gamer

No one forgets their first love. Nor, hard as they try, can they forget the stupid things they did trying to impress them. Like coming to class in a pair of ultra-wide JNCOs from Pacific Sunwear on Friday Jeans Day when Erica Lapchak knew damn well you'd never wore anything but elastic waistband khakis since the first grade.


But foolish as we may make ourselves, the fact remains that the dance of courtship requires leaps of faith and flexibility. No prize worth winning is ever won without stepping up your A game, and no relationships leave us unchanged, but remember who you were, because it's still who you are.

This week's haiku go out to all who've ever made their play, whether it panned out or not.

PARAPPA THE RAPPER

pugnacious posture
hip hop jihad for her love
tastes like an onion


safe driving record
mollifies my girl's parents
but won't get me tits



sold precious heirlooms
for nikes and north face coat
will she notice me?



comfortable manhood
i'll feed you cake for breakfast
a sensitive guy



gained only in drops
respect is lost in buckets
don't fuck this up, homes

take it like a man
irritable bowel syndrome
her love keeps me hard



growing up we learn
bitches ain't shit but ho's; tricks.
valuable lessons

Breadpig back. Still cannot be thwarted.

Posted by Sir Cucumber at 8:40 AM on Tuesday, April 29, 2008

breadpig, the resigned gamerRiding high and rocking hard from their D.C. debut, Breadpig has set sites on San Francisco. Are you ready for it?


The Breadpig cannot be thwarted

Posted by Sir Cucumber at 8:39 AM on Monday, March 17, 2008

breadpig, the resigned gamerAlways the last to the tea party (and always the first to leave), we're posting this about two weeks late, but if you haven't watched it yet you should:




The world needs heroes, and Breadpig is right up there with Karnov and James Pond.

Guitar Hero III: Do you have what it takes to rock?

Posted by Sir Cucumber at 11:47 PM on Wednesday, December 12, 2007

video game design critique from the resigned gamer, manhunter

How bad do you want to rock?
14-steps-to-start-the-game bad?





#

SCREEN

TO ADVANCE

1

Nintendo Legal

Wait

2

Activision Logo

Press button to skip

3

Red Octane Logo

Press button to skip

4

Neversoft Logo

Press button to skip

5

Vicarious Visions Inc. Logo

Press button to skip

6

Budcat Creations LLC Logo

Press button to skip

7

GH3 Intro Animation

Press button to skip

8

GH3 Title

"Press any button to rock"

9

Mode Menu

Press button to select career

10

Band Menu

Select band and press green (does not pre-select last band picked)

11

Difficulty Menu

Select difficulty and press green (does not pre-select last difficulty played)

12

Intra-Account Menu

Press Green to "play a show"

13

Venue Menu

Press Green to select venue (it does pre-select last venue reached)

14

Song Menu

Press Green to select song (it does pre-select last song reached)


Me, I'm keeping my day job.