
Back in the late 80′s I started playing video games on my Atari system. I didn’t have many games but the ones I did have I played them until my joystick broke. From my early days playing Milipede and Centipede, Star Wars and my personal nemesis, Burger Time, video games became a big part of my life.
Since then there’s been a long line of video games that stole my heart: From Super Mario Bros on SNES to Perfect Dark on N64 and and all the Metal Gears. I fell in love in Dragon Age: Origins and was crushed when Alistair turned me down when I proposed a night of passion in his tent. I enjoyed the highs and lows of GTA IV, running over hookers and shooting annoying racist 14 year olds in drive-by’s on Xbox live. I was disappointed with the arrival of the sequel to Dragon Age Origins, played the hell out of all of the Call of Duty games, stayed up until the wee hours of the morning playing Star Craft, EverQuest and World of Warcraft. I crushed big time on Borderlands when it first came out and thought the rpg-shooter genre was the best thing to have ever been created. Then Borderlands 2 came out and just made it official that yes, it is the coolest game ever.
And then I met The Walking Dead. I can’t say it’s the best game ever or that it’s my favorite game. It’s not a complex game, mechanically speaking. There’s no fancy fighting moves or difficult puzzle solving. For the most part it’s pretty simple. I never read the comic books or watched the TV show. And honestly, I don’t know if I ever will. Playing this game is rough. It took me a bit to get into, I’ll be honest. At first I figured my decision-making would be like in another games – they make a difference, but not really, since it usually comes out to the same thing at the end.
Oh, how wrong I was.
I avoid spoilers like the plague for this game. I don’t want to know what is to come. I made choices and fought on, hacking zombies with axes and trying to save my rapidly falling apart group of comrades. I panicked often and went with my gut instinct as much as I could. I never really saw it as “right” or “wrong” answers since stealing food for survival can’t be considered bad, can it? Isn’t it worse to not take the food on the side of the road and let the children starve? I don’t know. I still don’t know, but I made my choices based on what I figured was the right thing to do at the time.
And so, here I am, at Episode 5. I’m halfway through this depressing, lonely and bleak chapter. I don’t know what is waiting for me – for us – but I will stay strong for the others, and most importantly, for Clem.
Sigh.
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