Part Seven: Our hero up against a wall!?

Swimming sucks.

apocalex: When last we left him, I (him) was going through my (his) year of gaming. The evil villain of SUMMER had reared his (. . . his) ugly head and was attacking the fair shores of Suppressingboredomica. And our hero was left like a junkie without a fix, and therefore used his points like a frequent flyer, dropping a fair wad of his money and self-respect to buy a XBLive Arcade game by the name of Battlefield Ninteen Forty Three, the karmic successor to Battlefield Nineteen Forty Two, which was succeeded by Battlefield Two and Battlefield Twenty One Forty Two, and usually left forgotten like the terrible stepchild: Battlefield Vietnam. Which must be the strangest line of  numbering since that one logic puzzle where the dad is three times the age of the – oh YOU go buy Layton!

Part Six: I always liked Winston.

Actually, he left a voicemail.

apocalex: What do you get when you gather four whimsical characters with a penchant for cracking wise, singling one member out (totally not by race, I swear), falling into slapstick humor, and luckily grazing past a deathblow all the time? A classic movie! And a mediocre game.

Potent Portables, Chapter 1: Wherein I gather my initial party members and venture forth into the wilderness.

My starter weapon of choice.

soroboruo: While apocalex continues his tour of the console and PC games of the year, I will take the much less traveled route. I spend a decent amount of time away from my home consoles, be it prolonged downtime between classes, long car rides north, or on a plane going east. My adventuring, dare I call it such, requires a much more robust set of party members, culled from the cream of the crop of portable games.

Leeches! The journey heads into the home stretch: Part 5

apocalex: Here’s the scene. You get up. There are hundreds of innocents around, minding their own business. At first they don’t see you, I mean, they don’t expect to see you, a guy bristling with heavy weapons. They have done absolutely nothing to you. To their horror you open up, you kill them, buckets of blood and matter splatter, they break from you like sheep or zebra, running to all points of the compass as you slowly make your way towards and through them, killing as you go, reveling in your kill. The police, swat teams show up, and you let them have it too, you pick up their machine guns and lay down fire like a pro. A means to an end is all. Modern Warfare 2’s controversial airport scene? No.

Onward! Part 4: Communist Symbols, Ideology, and Terrorism. Red Faction: Guerrilla – Are you really just entertainment? Senator McCarthy wants to know!

RAMPAGE LIKE IT'S 1986!

apocalex: Wow, we’re already halfway through my year of gaming, Sacred 2 really took a bite out of my gaming life. Anyway, on June 2, 2009 Red Faction: Guerrilla hit the streets, some 7 years after Red Faction 2. It was again, a very hyped game (embarrassingly, I seem to be turning out to be a sucker for hype, or just ADD when it comes to games – always wanting more), did it deliver?

The Journey Continues: Part 3 – Seraphim Thongs.

Personally, I think I'm getting better.

Apocalex: Continuing our reminiscing of 2009! A little known game with many features similar to many big name ones and a plot that had heroes attempting to defeat – um, I guess it was the equivalent of Lord of the Rings meets Captain Planet.

The Journey Continues: March 6, 2009 – HAWX.

Dude, it's the mouse's fault. I'm 27, I swear.

apocalex: Tom Clancy’s H.A.W.X. was the next game that came out in 2009 and it was much hyped.  Following in a genre that hasn’t seen a great game since Ace Combat 6, it had decent standards to live up to, but still lived in a niche category.

2009 in Apocalex’s Gaming World

Yeah, broken fingers, that's gotta be the reason why.

apocalex: It’s December!  And while other blogs and sites are doing their game of the year awards and other retrospectives, I have only my limited experiences to draw upon.  So I present you with my own year long journey though gaming.  Drumroll please because I can’t do it myself – I don’t own drums.

Forza 3: Reviewed

Simpleton, prescribed for ADD, minimalistic interface, this is the Apple of racers.

apocalex: I’ve been holding off on a Forza 3 review simply because I’ve been playing other games instead. Which doesn’t say much for my diligence in maintaining this website. Of course, there’s other aspects to this reasoning as well, the most important being the question: is Forza 3 a game?

Are You Serious?

That guy is so screwed.

soroboruo: The suicide cries of a swarm of Kamikazes has me spinning in circles, trying to echolocate them before they crest the dunes. I can’t see anything beyond the lasers, green fireballs, and bipedal Biomechs already harassing us. A mega-flock of Harpies in the distance are pummeling a teammate. One of us is blindsided by a stampede of Werebulls and a family of Kleers shreds another. Things are getting Serious.