Twilight Zone Gears!

I was going to post this blog yesterday morning, but work got in the way….so I don’t know where to start.

So, let’s start with how I feel this morning. My eyes, hands, arms are sore! It took two Whiskey Sours to get me to the end, last night. I have this desire to beat and thrash CliffyB. What a cheap trick to have in a game! I felt like I was in a bad Twilight Zone episode. I started getting a bit feisty around level 35. I said something to my clan like “How many more of these darn levels do we have to do?!” or, “I’m heading out for the night, guys.” My clan:”You can’t go now CHAR! You only have 14 more to go!” Me: ”And what does this GET ME!?” Then, some kind of crap about…achievements and bragging rights. ”ACHIEVEMENTS!...”I don’t give a ratsazz about achievements!” Well, I do, but not like this.

Now, what my clan doesn’t mention is that it’s MORE than 14 more horde waves to go. Because when you die, you have to add even more. So, 14 turns into 15 becomes 16 then 17…….!!! So, there I am till 12 am (I have to get up for an early morning meeting), killing wave after freekin wave of enemies. Me (sarcastically): ”Char, what did you do for fun last night? Oh, I killed 50 waves of hoard enemies for three hours!” At one point in the game I told them “I’m gonna need some whiskey (and I don’t really drink) to get through this,” and I wasn’t kidding! So two whiskey sours later, I’m thinking how much I dislike repetition. Gears…way too much repetition. After playing the same area over and over, your mind goes numb. You want to pull your hair out and beat the living $#!t out of some developers.

It showed up in the last level. We made it to Hoard 50!!!! (Bored 50?!?) And all of us were so burned out, we died a few times each. That’s not bad, but after playing the same darn world for, ummm, three hours, it’s not fun anymore! What was fun is our banter and those glorious moments when you think you’re not going to make it, but you pull through anyway. You’re down, most of your team is down, and that one lone teammate comes to save you. This game shines in that. We saved each other, fought our way to the end, but the battle was not with the enemy, but with my bored mind! My mind was fried, all I’m able to do is kill…I’m in some weird twilighty zone, just shootin’ like a mad fem fatale. I don’t hear or see anything but pixel enemies. I’m shooting, sawing, chasing everybody everywhere, but in the background it dawns on me I hear some soft cry for help. Finally, I break my trance to look down . . . I see poor Spot crawling to my legs begging for help. I do heal him, but I was so mind dead at that point, he almost became food for the maggots….heh heh.

CliffyB is on my list for 2009 to meet and ask, “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?” . . .or is repetition good? After we won, there was no victory dance, but I did feel like bringing my frying pan out to play! (It’s a LBP thing…lol) and chase my clanmembers around the carnage, for making me stay!...lol. You guys OWE me restitution!!! Next Gear game, different worlds...PLEASE....and, we are playing some R2 and you’re gonna like it!

Now,if you'll excuse me,I find out from another clan member that we didn't have to play it that way!. . .So, I'm really bringing out the frying pan now!...run for the hills boys! [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1sf2CzEq0w[/youtube]