Saturday, 15 June 2013

Late To The Game: Dishonored

Words: Rob Wade

Anyone who knows me well will know that my enthusiasm and knowledge of the gaming industry is matched only by my immense backlog of games to play. Across five gaming systems (Xbox 360, PS3, Wii, PC and 3DS), not to mention my tablet/phone capabilities, you'd be hard pushed to fit in time for varied gaming any better than I could with my schedule.

Nevertheless, I endeavour. I've already finished 8 games so far this year (keeping track is one of the things I do to help me manage my backlog), and my latest is one of the smash hits of last year, if my friends can be believed. I give you Bethesda and Arkane's Dishonored. SPOILERS: It's the tits.

Mixing elements of games like Hitman, Assassin's Creed and even things like Splinter Cell, Dishonored is a first-person stealth/action game (you can generally take a mixture of both approaches as suits your play style) set in a plague-ravaged city called Dunwall.

In the game, you play the Empress' bodyguard Corvo, a man wrongfully accused of killing the Empress he swore to protect, and heavily suspected in the disappearance of the Empress' daughter Emily, with whom you enjoy a good rapport. Your task in the game is to establish those truly responsible, determine what happened to Emily and exact revenge on those who have caused your life to be unravelled in such a violent way.

My initial reaction to the game's mechanics was scepticism; First-person stealth, in my experience, much like first-person melee combat, has the capability to be fiddly as much as it is immersive. The idea of some free-running elements (or at least being able to move freely around the terrain in three dimensional space) has a similar element of risk. Nonetheless, as a Christmas gift goes, I can't fault this game. While the elements aren't perfect individually, together they create an experience that is simultaneously versatile and engaging.

Admittedly, I'm terrible at it, but there you go. I still finished it, though, so there's that. However, one of the nice things about the game is that it allows you to play in a variety of styles, changing up on the fly. I started intent on stealth, and was doing reasonably well at that, and then I got sloppy. I can only surmise that I was either tired or too engaged in the story to care about taking my time.

However, towards the end of the game, I suddenly started to get better at the stealth. I can attribute this far more easily. Simply put, I started to get it. The powers I had were being upgraded as I went along with collectibles I found, and I started to get a better feel for the character's capabilities with those powers in mind. This is something that the game does really well.

At the time of writing, there have been two expansions for the game. The first, Dunwall City Trials, presents Challenge maps for the experienced players with a variety of criteria. The second, The Knife of Dunwall, puts you in control of one of the primary adversaries in the game (without going too heavily into spoilers), with access to his weapons and gadgets. As post-release support goes, it's a reasonably good amount, and it's also worth pointing out that players can also pick up the Void Walker DLC to get the pre-order perks in a bundle, which is kind of cool if you like that sort of thing.

As a game goes, Dishonored presents an awesome experience which melds some tricky elements together into an experience which presents an element of familiarity, while at the same time gives you a sufficient break from the norm. Considering it can be picked up at a cheaper price than it launched now that a few months have passed, I cannot recommend it enough.

NOTE FOR PS3 OWNERS: I recommend checking out the game in physical media form, as Sony want £49.99 for it at time of writing, which is fucking ludicrous, especially compared to the Xbox store's price of £24.99. Separate rant for another day, I suspect, especially with E3 dust settling, but for now the message I present is clear and concise:

Buy Dishonored.

Agree/Disagree? Talk to us in the comments below!

Monday, 3 June 2013

Introducing....Sour Crouch!

Words: Sour Crouch

So here we are, then. E14 has undergone a revivification, and with that some new faces, myself being one of those fresh-faced newbs.
Of course, this being my first post, I feel a hello is in order. So here it is. Are you ready?

Hello.

Let's make it geekier (on a totally cursory level):

Hello, world!

Bam!

Now whilst you're recoiling with befuddlement at my most perfunctory greeting, let me tell you why you're even reading this. I hear such questions as "Who the fuck is this guy? What in the world are you doing wearing your mother’s clothes?! What does the ending of Lost mean?!" I can only answer one of those.

They’re roomy and I like the freedom.

Sour Crouch is my handle. A name is just the start though. I do things too, as many normal people do. Creative things. If I'm not staring at the TV, you'll find me writing something - be that either songs, scripts or babble. I dabble in video editing, design work and generally have a jack of all trades/master of none vibe about me. I'm in that band too. Yeah. The one you've never heard of. Front man and general grumpy bastard, I sing songs your mother would be horrified to hear. Reminiscent of that Dead Space 2 "Your mum will hate this" campaign.

Now that we've touched on some deep subjects within the first paragraph lets segue into easier territory. Boobs!

I'm not totally without writing experience. I've had blogs, in one of which where I tried to be all ‘cahier du cinema’ about film. Good articles (IMO), but being 20 at the time and crippled with a raging need to go out and dance crazy I fell out of the swing of things. Now I'm out of that dance haze but it was touch and go for a time.

Importantly, what subjects will I cover?

I'll primarily be focusing on the things that interest me. I'm deliberate in my non-specificity because I have a wide range of interests and chop and change them like a kid with Tourette’s reading out the lunchtime specials in a cafĂ©. To give you a little idea at where I'll be focusing the majority of my think space, here’s a selection:

Indie Games (with a lean towards those free horror games *cough* Slender *cough*) Film, TV and the things that irk me most aggressively with regards to both formats The occasional splurt of random chatter direct from Sour Central, recently relocated inside E14 Tower.

I enjoy writing.

Peace,

Sour Crouch

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Introducing....Spike Direction!

Words: Spike Direction

So I’m in a band (details on my section of the About page if you’re interested, which you might be, theoretically). What I intend is to discuss something which I have observed, which has happened to me and which may well have occurred to other people in local bands. It is a conversation that I have had several times with numerous well-meaning yet distant relatives and neighbours, which usually progresses as follows:

Person: So you’re in a band now then? What are you called?
Me: Z-Stacks.
Person: What?
Me: Z-Stacks.
Person: Ok, what sort of music do you play then?
Me: Erm…I’m not entirely sure, I just like to play about with my mates and see what comes out. If I had to nail it down, probably sort of punk/garage rock.
Person: Right, so do reckon you can make a living out of that then?
Me: Not right now. Maybe one day, but that’s not really why we’re doing it.

Usually at this point the person will make a face like Dougal in Father Ted, lack of comprehension is apparent then follows a look of realisation so immediate it could be followed with ‘Eureka!’

Person: I know what you should do - it’d be really good for you.
Me: What’s that then?
Person: You should go on Britain’s Got Talent

. Usually by now I've spotted where this is going, but part of me always hangs onto the hope that that particular loved one won't turn out to be another fucking pod-person (they always do though). The first time I was dumbstruck - you know when someone says something so stupid you literally have no idea how to respond? That was me, but now I've built up an immunity.

Me: Ah, thanks, maybe we’ll look into that. Cheers.
END CONVERSATION

Now, maybe I’m a bit of a dick for being so short with a person who’s only trying to take an interest and be helpful, but you know, I’ve always denied there was such a thing as “Broken Britain” until that conversation first happened. There is not just the one option for a person that wants to express himself creatively, and even if there were, that one option would not be going on an ITV talent show.

As I said, success and money are not really the main goal for me; I just love doing what I’m doing and playing noisy music in a band with my best mates. People do seem to enjoy what we do and if enough of them supported us that we could do it full time, I wouldn’t complain. However, I think we’ll do far better at that on our own than we would by whoring ourselves to a TV show that hates bands (seriously, how many can you remember making a final?) because we’d be surrendering one of the most important things an underground artist can have - namely integrity and total creative control.

Rant over. I shall leave you with an excellent music video by Hey!Hello!, the latest band from Ginger Wildheart, which illustrates my thinking most eloquently, and could be the best punk song I’ve heard for many a year.


P.S. Has this conversation happened to anybody else? Tell me I’m not the only one. Answers on a postcard please – or the comments section below the post. That works too.