So recently I lost someone in my family that was very near and dear to me. After years of service, my Xbox 360 finally broke….again….and I simply do not have the desire to upgrade or get another one just yet. However, this has also opened up an opportunity for me to delve back in time and take care of some unfinished business. I shambled into my storage room, and dug through piles and piles of bullshit in search of my former best friend, and after minutes of frantic searching, I found him. Asleep, but still alive.
The PS2 is hands down one of my favorite systems of all time. The sheer library and diversity of games on that system was out of control, and it was near impossible to be bored or hard up for something to play. Your boy Arthur spent many days and nights in near servitude to this machine, and I have absolutely no regrets about it. I decided to go back through my library and play some things that either never got a chance to be completed, or things that I just simply loved too much. I will be excluding the Kingdom Hearts games from this however as you all already know of my love for said series, and I just like you guys enough to give you something new. Shall we? Of course we will, because you have no choice.
- Silent Hill 2
Well I guess it’s finally time to end my self-imposed exile from the internet, and what better way to do so than with a head first dive back into something that is near and dear to my non-beating heart. I am almost positive that you all know of my love for Borderlands, and just a few days ago, we got the latest installment in the psycho murdering, bandit decapitating and loot gathering franchise that has captured me beyond what most games do. There’s just something about it.
I intended to do a straight up review of said game, however, I felt like it would be a dishonorable move considering how my previous Borderlands article went, and figured since you guys liked that one so much, I would stick to the same formula. This will be a review, but it will also be a look into our newest set of Vault Hunters…..or shall we now call them Jack’s Hunters? No…..because it’s so much more than that.
We find ourselves again at the gates of despair and death. I have lived more lives than I can count, but in the end everything leads to the same blackness everlasting that engulfs me and threatens to take everything from those I have come to know. Death….I challenge you to keep me from coming back. Death….I say unto you do your worst. Death….I say to you bring your legions, your abominations, and your unending want of lost souls. Death….I am going to fuck you, and not in a good way.
Welcome, greetings and salutations to all of you faithful Evil Geeks who come back for more even after we have taken everything you can give. I, of course, am your Necro Supreme and liver of dreams, Arthur Harkness, and today I am going to be delving back into something you all know I love and despise at the same time. If you have kept up with my Twitter rants and read my post on the first Dark Souls, you will know that my love for this game is deep, but at the same time my hatred grows with every second that I spend playing it. What sort of hatred you ask? The sort that burns until you have no other option but to strike it down with the heaviest of all objects, or the sharpest, or of the sorcerous variety. There is something about constant failure that drives me to continue going forward in terms of game progression, but sometimes, enough is enough. Grab onto my cloak guys because you are not going to want to get lost in the Kingdom of Drangleic.