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Giddy at the thought of at least one person grabbing a rom list without context, and thinking this was gonna be a depressing look at the corruption of the highest court of law in the American legal system only for it to be a basketballer with a terrible isometric camera.

I told you I didn't need a Letterboxd account.

what if james ferraro made hardcore techno. its like myhouse or yume nikki but good

I think this game's biggest strength is that it is probably the fastest way to get comfortable using a guitar (without the luxury of in-person guitar lessons). Receiving direct feedback builds confidence and reminds you that you're doing it right and actually improving, but it won't take very long for you to get bored of the actual 'game' part and realize how limiting this game is as a teaching tool. I would highly recommend this if you can borrow it from a friend or get it for very cheap. Otherwise, I would jump straight to JustinGuitar and an ear training app.

I used to dream about doing the wood plank swing animation on my boss at my retail job

I've sang Black Sheep by Metric more than the actual band has played it live, probably.

Also probably why I haven't needed vocal training since starting estrogen. Thanks, Metric!

Pretty great season honestly. The Italo map is up there with the strongest the game has ever had, I don't even mind that I'm playing it on max settings and hitting 40fps because it's worth the lumens. Not keen on mods as someone who thinks games keen out too much on firearms as is, and all its implementation here really accomplishes is making half of the sniper rifle drops useless. The medallions are cool because theyโ€™re something of a bluffing game. Is this dude carrying the medallions around because heโ€™s a huge badass who can handle multiple players knowing where he is on the map, or is he just an incompetent iPad 9 year old being kept alive by the stock market value of Peter Griffin Coin. I know the additions of Rocket Racing, Lego Fortnite & Festival are technically counted as entirely new standalone games but it's funnier to consider them as just little distractions/cooldowns for after you and your friends have wrapped up a Battle Royale sesh. Like when it comes down to it the Harmonix skeleton crew created a gamemode that is no better than an Only Up obstacle course map. Rly fun, I've been strapped into the Tim Sweeney metaverse electric chair since 2017 and I don't see myself breaking free any time soon, why should I when the Butter Barn's got butter plate specials that'll treat ya right?

The 2000 Toyota Echo of Video Games

i've been told that kiwami has better presentation and more depth in combat. that's fine, but i haven't played it, so speaking purely only on the quality of this game, i give it a recommendation on the virtue of it being such a novelty. it took the idea of criminality and fleshing out a city and went in a completely left field direction. you're getting so much character here that you just don't get with other games of the same era like GTA, at least in terms of themes and humanity. i went into this game with a lot of baggage surrounding the yakuza series and generally having preconceptions of what to expect, but i would have never expected this game to have me in tears by the end.

it's a diamond in the rough, really. there's so much ambition in this game considering how easy it is to miss content and world-building if you just go from point a to point b, as i suspect a lot of gamers at the time did. this is exactly the type of game you should play if you love finding underrated games on the PS2's wide-net of a catalogue. or, if you're totally fine with braindead gameplay complemented by a great soundtrack (see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvpitlhQjTQ + https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFIc0Ncte5w + https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7xncw2gTz4 + https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tI9HTIrxys + https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgxMNbXhxPg)

anyway, kazuma kiryu hmu i can help you fuck the pain away and fucking a dilf has always been on my to-do list.

โ„‘โ€™๐”ช ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ž ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ซ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ก โ„ญ๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ค๐”ข. โ„‘๐”ฑ'๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”–๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก. โ„ญ๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ค๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”Š๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ซ 2001 ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ โ„‘๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ โ„ญ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ฐ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ž ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ถ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ โ„‘๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก.

โ„‘ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ซโ€™๐”ฑ ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ซโ€™๐”ฑ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ 14. ๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ โ„‘ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ช ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ช๐”ฐ, โ„‘ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ช ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ก. โ„‘ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ โ„‘ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”จ โ„‘โ€™๐”ก ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด. ๐”๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ช ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ. ๐”–๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค โ€œ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ž๐” ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒโ€ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฐ.

๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š๐–—๐–Š ๐–†๐–—๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐•ฎ๐–†๐–™๐–๐–”๐–‘๐–Ž๐–ˆ ๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–๐–”๐–”๐–‘๐–˜ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–‹๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–“๐–”๐–“-๐–‰๐–Š๐–“๐–”๐–’๐–Ž๐–“๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“๐–†๐–‘ ๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–๐–”๐–”๐–‘๐–˜ ๐–Ž๐–“ ๐•ฎ๐–”๐–†๐–™๐–‡๐–—๐–Ž๐–‰๐–Œ๐–Š. ๐•ด ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–‰๐–“'๐–™ ๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž ๐–๐–“๐–”๐–œ ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–”๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–— ๐–—๐–Š๐–‘๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–Ž๐–”๐–“๐–˜ ๐–Š๐–๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–œ๐–๐–Š๐–“ ๐•ด ๐–œ๐–†๐–˜ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š๐–“๐–Œ๐–Š๐–—. ๐•ด๐–“ ๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–‘๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–Ž๐–”๐–š๐–˜ ๐•ฐ๐–‰๐–š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–ˆ๐–‘๐–†๐–˜๐–˜, ๐–œ๐–Š ๐–๐–š๐–˜๐–™ ๐–‘๐–Š๐–†๐–—๐–“๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–†๐–‡๐–”๐–š๐–™ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ๐–˜ ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐•ฎ๐–†๐–™๐–๐–”๐–‘๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–˜ ๐–‡๐–Š๐–‘๐–Ž๐–Š๐–›๐–Š.

๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐–‹๐–Ž๐–—๐–˜๐–™ ๐–™๐–Ž๐–’๐–Š ๐•ด ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™ ๐–™๐–” ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–“๐–‹๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐•ด ๐–™๐–”๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–•๐–—๐–Ž๐–Š๐–˜๐–™ ๐•ด ๐–™๐–”๐–”๐– ๐–˜๐–”๐–’๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Ž๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–š๐–Ž๐–™๐–˜ ๐–”๐–š๐–™ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–š๐–•๐–‡๐–”๐–†๐–—๐–‰ ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–™๐–๐–”๐–š๐–™ ๐–†๐–˜๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ. ๐•ณ๐–Š ๐–™๐–”๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–’๐–Š ๐–™๐–” ๐–˜๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐– ๐–†๐–‡๐–”๐–š๐–™ ๐–œ๐–๐–Š๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–— ๐•ดโ€™๐–‰ ๐–‰๐–”๐–“๐–Š ๐–†๐–“๐–ž๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–œ๐–”๐–—๐–˜๐–Š. ๐•ด ๐–’๐–†๐–‰๐–Š ๐–š๐–• ๐–† ๐–˜๐–™๐–”๐–—๐–ž ๐–†๐–‡๐–”๐–š๐–™ ๐–’๐–Š ๐–‡๐–Š๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž ๐–‡๐–†๐–‰ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–Œ๐–”๐–™ ๐–†๐–“ ๐•ฌ๐–ˆ๐–™ ๐•บ๐–‹ ๐•ฎ๐–”๐–“๐–™๐–—๐–Ž๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–™๐–Š๐–“ ๐•ณ๐–†๐–Ž๐–‘ ๐•ธ๐–†๐–—๐–ž๐–˜. ๐•ด ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–‰ ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘ ๐–™๐–Š๐–“ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–’ ๐–‡๐–š๐–™ ๐–Ž๐–™โ€™๐–˜ ๐–”๐–๐–†๐–ž ๐–‡๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š ๐–’๐–ž ๐–Œ๐–—๐–†๐–“๐–‰๐–•๐–† ๐–Œ๐–†๐–›๐–Š ๐–’๐–Š ยฃ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–‰๐–”๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–“๐–‹๐–Š๐–˜๐–˜๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–™๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–œ๐–†๐–˜ ๐–Š๐–“๐–”๐–š๐–Œ๐– ๐–™๐–” ๐–‡๐–š๐–ž ๐•ฒ๐–”๐–‘๐–‰๐–Š๐–“๐•ฐ๐–ž๐–Š ๐–‹๐–”๐–— ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐•น๐–Ž๐–“๐–™๐–Š๐–“๐–‰๐–” ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ’.

๐•ฌ๐–™ ๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–๐–”๐–”๐–‘ ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–”๐–˜, ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–‘๐–†๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–œ๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–œ๐–๐–†๐–ˆ๐– ๐–† ๐–˜๐–™๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐– ๐–‡๐–Š๐–™๐–œ๐–Š๐–Š๐–“ ๐–˜๐–™๐–š๐–‰๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–˜ ๐–Ž๐–‹ ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–ž ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–‰๐–“โ€™๐–™ ๐–’๐–†๐–Ž๐–“๐–™๐–†๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–† ๐–˜๐–†๐–‹๐–Š ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™๐–†๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š ๐–‹๐–—๐–”๐–’ ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–Ž๐–— ๐–•๐–†๐–—๐–™๐–“๐–Š๐–— ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–˜๐–•๐–Š๐–“๐–™ ๐–’๐–†๐–“๐–ž ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–”๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–˜๐–Š๐–˜-๐–†๐–•๐–•๐–—๐–”๐–›๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–‰๐–†๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š ๐–“๐–š๐–’๐–‡๐–Š๐–—๐–˜ ๐–•๐–”๐–Ž๐–“๐–™๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‹๐–‘๐–†๐–˜๐–๐–‘๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™๐–˜ ๐–Ž๐–“๐–™๐–” ๐–‰๐–†๐–—๐– ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–—๐–“๐–Š๐–—๐–˜. ๐•ณ๐–Š ๐–œ๐–†๐–˜ ๐–‹๐–š๐–—๐–Ž๐–”๐–š๐–˜ ๐–œ๐–๐–Š๐–“ ๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–Œ๐–๐–™ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š ๐–๐–Ž๐–˜๐–˜๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ. ๐•ณ๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–Œ๐–๐–™ ๐–’๐–”๐–˜๐–™ ๐–•๐–Š๐–”๐–•๐–‘๐–Š ๐–‰๐–”๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–˜๐–”๐–’๐–Š ๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–‰ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–๐–Ž๐–˜๐–˜๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–†๐–™ ๐–˜๐–”๐–’๐–Š ๐–•๐–”๐–Ž๐–“๐–™ ๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–Ž๐–— ๐–™๐–Ž๐–’๐–Š ๐–†๐–™ ๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–˜๐–ˆ๐–๐–”๐–”๐–‘. ๐•ฌ ๐–‹๐–Š๐–œ ๐–ž๐–Š๐–†๐–—๐–˜ ๐–‘๐–†๐–™๐–Š๐–—, ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–•๐–—๐–Ž๐–Š๐–˜๐–™ ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™ ๐–”๐–“ ๐–™๐–” ๐–๐–†๐–›๐–Š ๐–†๐–“ ๐–†๐–‹๐–‹๐–†๐–Ž๐–— ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–™๐– ๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–๐–Š๐–†๐–‰ ๐–™๐–Š๐–†๐–ˆ๐–๐–Š๐–— ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–—๐–Š๐–“๐–”๐–š๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–›๐–”๐–œ๐–˜.

๐“˜โ€™๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ช๐“ท๐”‚ ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐” ๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ท๐”‚๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ, ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ผ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ข๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“น๐“พ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท. ๐“ž๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ, ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐”‚๐“ผ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฐ๐“ธ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ช ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ต ๐”€๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“น๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด. ๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“˜ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“–๐“ช๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ญ๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐”€๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท, ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ.

๐“ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ญ ๐“พ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐” ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ต๐“ญ, ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ญ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท, ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฌ๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“๐“˜๐““๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“—๐“˜๐“ฅ. ๐“—๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ ๐“๐“˜๐““๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“—๐“˜๐“ฅ ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ผ. ๐“๐“˜๐““๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“–๐“ธ๐“ญโ€™๐“ผ ๐“น๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ธ๐“น๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ธ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ผ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ท๐”‚. ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ต ๐“˜ ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฌ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“˜ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ด ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐”€๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐”.

๐“๐“ฏ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“˜ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“–๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“˜ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ฑ๐“พ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท ๐“ฎ๐”๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ, ๐“˜ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“น๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ช๐“ฏ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“น๐“ป๐“ช๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฌ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ถ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท. ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ต๐”€๐“ช๐”‚๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฏ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ-๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ฎ. ๐“˜๐“ท ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต ๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ช ๐“ณ๐“ธ๐“ซ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต'๐“ผ ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฟ๐“ช๐“ต๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ผ.

๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ค๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜›๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ค๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ค๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ ๐˜”๐˜ค๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต-๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต.

๐š†๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿท, ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐š“๐š˜๐š‹ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐™ถ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š  ๐š„๐š—๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š” ๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐šŠ๐š๐š‹๐š›๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™พ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐™ธ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š, ๐š–๐šข ๐š–๐šž๐š– ๐š๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐™ฟ๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐™น๐š˜๐š‘๐š— ๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐šž๐š• ๐™ธ๐™ธ ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›โ€™๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š. ๐™ฐ ๐š๐šŽ๐š  ๐šข๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›โ€™๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š. ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š” ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŒ๐š‘.

It really makes you FEEL like a bassist.

resident evil 4 is, objectively, one of the most influential games to ever be released. when you address such a monolith of a game like RE4, you have to acknowledge what it did not only for the genre(s), but what it was for video games as a culture and art form. RE4 isn't the very first game to ever do third-person shooting nor is it the literal genesis of over-the-shoulder cam aiming, but is the driving force that made it such a default for AAA games going forward. the game combined TPS and action as a genre and fused them into this neatly calcified "ah-ha!" conglomerate.

that's all well and good, but you can talk about the legacy of RE4 until you're 170 minutes into a youtube video. how does it feel? what does RE4's minute-to-minute gameplay meaningfully feel like? there's this je ne sais quoi about actually playing RE4 that's always appealed to me. it's a combination of the visceral fidelity of being able to snipe a dude's head off and hear that meaty THWACK as the bullet from your semi-auto rifle pierces it and you hear the casing hit the floor. maybe it's also the appeal of being able to quite nearly literally "death by a thousand papercuts" someone to death with the knife when you get them on the ground. something about this game feels good in that way that's hard to articulate but immediately recognizable when the controller is in your hands. RE4 feels good in a way it needs to, because when you mechanically break the game down, it loses luster.

i'll just say it: this game has a lot of shitty elements to it. novistadors are maybe some of the actual worst designed enemies in any video game i have ever played (no i have not played battletoads. the exaggeration is meaningful in its vagueness.). colmillos are not far behind with their ability to say "actually, your point blank shotgun didn't affect me at all, i'm now going to drain about 75% of your HP with my tentacle attack.". and there's individual rooms here that. . . you know that one meme that's like "when you want to replay a game you like but then you remember that one part" and it's always a negative reaction? there's maybe like 5 different parts of this game that can apply to. here, i'll list them off the top of my head right now: the hedge maze in the castle, the first outdoors area of the island, the second novistadors area where you're swarmed by like 13 of them immediately, the del lago fight (i have played the game three times and still do not know what in good fuck the tell is supposed to be for avoiding his ramming the boat.), the third novistador area, the water archers room, the room where a cage surrounds you with a garrador, the mike helicopter section, that one room with the rocket launcher guys hidden behind paintings, etc. etc.

i'm not trying to say "behold! i have the new opinion no one has ever expressed! [popular game] bad!". instead, i'm trying to say that RE4 is maybe the most salient example in all of video games of being more than a sum of its parts. is the game too long? almost certainly. does the game have sections that are rampantly unfun? i do not believe there is a single person on the planet who unilaterally likes every encounter in RE4. at the same time, i think the larger picture is that RE4 has a catharsis to it that you could try to dissect but never grasp unless you experience it. there's something simultaneously comedic, horrific, and tight about leon doing shit like fighting possessed suits of armor or running on the back of a giant motherfucker just to tickle his back parasite to death.

and yeah, the plot is not only terrible, but riddled with holes that stem from basic questions like "why do guys try to kill ashley when their plot revolves around her" and "why do they need money if they're going to brainwash the entire united states government". but RE4 has never been a cerebral experience, for better and worse. i know that this was a symptom of being an original IP reskinned to be a RE property, but it doesn't help that the entire nonsense plot has next to no bearing on any RE series lore. we see wesker briefly, ada is still ada, and so on and so forth. i don't need these things from RE4 to enjoy it, but i'd be lying if i said that they wouldn't help me enjoy the game more. leon and ada begin and end as the same characters, krauser is basically a nothingburger outside of his gay sex cutscene with leon. i'm not looking for something that's going to bring me to tears, but why even use these characters that have already been established if they're going to be so disposable? it doesn't help that leon feels borderline out of character, but whatever. only sexless nerds care about this type of shit i guess.

RE4 is a game i have a lot of fun with, in spite of itself. another way i could phrase that opinion is "RE4 is one of the best games that i fucking hate". in large part, i do tend to focus on the critical points that stick with me when it comes to this game, but i also recognize that's a "me" thing rather than a failing of the game. it is good for substantially longer than it is not, and i can't resent the game too much for failing to meet me more than halfway. i can't help but also lean against the way in which this game has dominated the RE series discourse and landscape, but that's, again, a "me" problem. am i tired of hearing about resident evil was always bad, the plot was never worth caring about, RE4 is a parody of RE games, etc. etc.? absolutely. but i'm going to be a big boy about it and still acknowledge that this game did a lot and meant a lot. as much as i hate the fans who refuse to acknowledge the flaws, i will not be the critic who denies the accomplishments.

btw, the island > the castle.

SSX 3

2003

you know, i get it. for most of my adult life, i've mourned the SSX series and waited like a coiled spring for a new game. granted, i never played any of the entries after this one, but, to be fair, they all looked like microwaved dogshit. still, i've waited for a true sequel to this game for so long. and i do finally understand why we haven't gotten it and never will. it is frankly just too fucking difficult to iterate on this game. from top to bottom, this game is mechanically dense and full of little refinements and tweaks to the SSX formula that i can't see being improved upon. you could try, sure, but it'd be a fool's errand. this was the peak of SSX. this was the furthest the series could go. it was a funeral for the series. but it was also a celebration for the series.

i used to be someone who thought SSX Tricky was the ever-so-slightly better entry, but now that feels like a borderline offensive opinion to throw out. SSX Tricky is a fantastic, outstanding game. but does it push as many boundaries of game design like 3? does it manage to add a superior level of complexity to preexisting mechanics in a way that feels like a natural evolution like 3? hell, does it even have the better OST? all these years, I used to think these questions weighed in Tricky's favor. i just can't see it now. (that said, i still absolutely crave the remix of "Smartbomb" on Tricky's OST on spotify. i need it badly.)

SSX 3 is a landmark game in what it achieves as early as 2003, but it remains a landmark game in how well it's aged and managed to still be fresh to play. i know everyone gushes about it, but it truly is impressive as all fuck to be able to start at the top of peak 3 and go through six different and varied courses and end all the way at the bottom of peak 1 without a single load screen from the word go.

the loss in vibrancy, cartoonishness, and informed personality does hurt, and it's always been my biggest sticking point with the game. yeah, all of Tricky's cast fucking annihilates the newcomers here and all the returnees feel like they've been sand-papered down to a less distinct and memorable edge. i can completely concede that. but, the game puts emphasis on characterizing the different tracks of the game. there's nothing quite as outlandish as aloha ice jam or outright impossible as tokyo megaplex, but we trade that for grounded fantasies. look at something like ruthless. ruthless is absolute eye-candy for anyone who has an appreciation for nature, but it also has this horrific realism to it in that you could easily imagine it claiming the lives of reckless newcomers every year. sure, you're still hitting rails at lightning speed and regularly doing jumps that should shatter femurs, but the style shift to realism makes it feel more memorable and weighty.

all this is to say that i can't necessarily begrudge anyone who prefers Tricky. at this point, i've seen approximately 0 people ever argue either of these games are bad, so it feels as though it's a continuous argument between which of these two games is the more definitive entry. forgive me, but i'm going to use a fairly nebbish final argument for my position. we've had sequel after sequel for SSX 3 try to take the series in a new direction and each has ultimately failed. most tellingly, none of these games have tried to claim the mantle of SSX 4. and how could you? how could you ever claim to iterate on SSX 3 when it captured the formula, the gameplay, the design, everything so well? there has never been anything like this game since its release, and, at this point, it's starting to look more and more certain that there never will be.

personally, i would love to play SSX 4. i just expect that if i ever do, it won't be called that. the series is dead, and i say that with reverence.