I'm supposed to be smarter than this, that's the rub. I'm a gamer approaching 40, and I sure as hell know what I want to play and what I don't want to play. I had successfully avoided the "modern military shooter" through every iteration. No Battlefield, No COD, no Medal of Honor. I had plenty of friends that played those silly fragfests, and they urged me again and again to give them a try. "You'll like it," they'd say. "It's fun!"
Yeah, they feed me the same kind of lines about beer. I DON'T FRIGGING LIKE BEER. No, it's not that I've never tried that one magic beer that turned me into a believer - I just think beer tastes like piss, so sue me.
Military shooters are my video gaming equivalent of beer. I've never wanted to play them, and I never will. I have no interest in running around confusing maps hoping to find some idiot in a compromised position and gun him down. That's not fun for me. And what's even LESS fun is being gunned down in half a second from some dude I don't even see.
So yeah, I admit, I'm not good at this type of game either. I know it takes practice, but I just don't have the time or the inclination to get stomped for hours on end until I start to learn the intricacies of these dumb maps and unlock some better perks and crap. No thanks.
I know all of this. I've KNOWN all of this. Yet there I was, the proud owner of a shiny new Xbox for Christmas (for my kids - really, it's for my kids! And I'm not some gaming neophyte, I just went with the PS3 years ago for the BluRay. I've gots Odyssey^2 cred if you want to get into it.)
So THERE I was, looking to pick up a handful of games, and I think it's time I saw what the fanfare was about. Black Ops II, maybe it'll be fun.
Dumb man, just dumb. It started off promising, I swear. That intro? High production value, nice marriage of song and visuals. (Which is one of my favorite trends over the past few years, taking that mix much more seriously.) Yet it took all of about 2 1/2 hours of play, and level 6 or so to find out this kind of frigging game still infuriates me, and probably always will. I would have been better off buying as many Kinect games as I could for $60. Oh well, lesson learned.
The moral of the story? Most of us know what we like to play. Just keep playing that