I just can’t wait any more. I can’t! I’m getting a little tired of scaling over car bonnets and leaping over modest sized shrubs in an attempt to emulate one of Drakes many misadventures, you know like the time he leapt over a small fern in the middle of the desert. I used to be more patient, preserving those moments of whimsical delirium with superseded rationalizations. Not now though, ugh, just release Uncharted 4 will you! I crave the dynamic levity of the many cinematic’s reserved to expedite the dramatic tension. Nolan North deploying his organic sundry of composite, barely perceptible quips. The numerous bellows of “Oh crap!” I’ve analysed every texture in the extended trailer, scrutinised every facial animation, evaluated the definitions of the rendered inhabitants. How they function, move and react to the passive coercion as Drake meanders through the congested crowd of perusers. Every instance has been cleansed of its undisclosed attributes into a more conspicuous interpretation. I’ve swooned at the way the singular grains of rice deplete from the sack, riddled by the exhuming penetration of gunfire and the washing line entangled in on the hood of the 4×4. Yeah that’s right, grain and a severed washing line?! This purely platonic dalliance has exceeded all reasonable neutrality on my part now. There’s little conservation of emotion any more, this is the nurtured bias that will fulfil my heightened expectations. Its worrying I know, but forgive me for being just a little less pessimistic than I’d otherwise be expected to be. But I’m determined to reprise my auspicious role as the worlds greatest (luckiest) adventurer. Like right now!
I just can’t take it any more! (I may have mentioned this before?) I need to play this game. I need to know more about the unspecified exotic location that has suddenly provoked aggressive hostility towards Drake and his growing contingent of continually destitute companions. Discover how Sully, Drakes paternal father, even in advanced senility possess the vascular dexterity of an energetic monkey? Is there discernible reduction in manoeuvrable sensitivity when cruising over unstable terrain in a 4×4? Will the potentially destructive union between Nate and Elena finally be superseded by Drakes promiscuous fortuity? Should I stop asking rhetorical questions to which I won’t receive definitive answers for until its finally bloody released?! Probably. I could speculate to the origination of such errancies until I’ve exhausted all possible estimates, and regrettably will. Its even getting to the point that I’m beginning to construct fraudulent theories on how this adventure will likely be concluded, notably influenced by the highly suggestive subtitle (A Thief’s End), thereby establishing the most obscure context that explains the series of events depicted in the trailers. Granted the tonal liberties I’ve taken are speculative inferences, grounded in as much reality as a Fast and Furious movie, with notions that suck any lingering integrity like a maelstrom of pure vacuity. But damn it if it isn’t the greatest game ever made, in my head. Uncharted is like that best mate that emigrated to the other side of the world, leaving you with the mitigated fragments of your past collusion’s.
I can’t wait any more! (seriously, I’m getting the weirdest sense of de ja vu here?). I had noted the games original availability with perfunctory caution, aware that the purported release date was likely conjectural, or at very least vacillating in its accuracy. I thought I could wait, merely bolstered by the confirmation of its existence. That my patience and moderated expectations would endure for any length for NaughtyDogs adjusted development phase. I am after all a tireless advocate of intricate modifications distributed to content to provide the eventual user with a more cathartic experience, rather than derivative serialisations devoid of cogency or annualised for regular revenue. But I’m also an exponent for demanding Uncharted 4 right &*$%**£”! now! NOW!! I need it. I feel like I have a narcotic dependency that can only be sated by exhilarating injection of N.A.T.E. I don’t want to be slinking down grubby back alleys for Uncharted supplements and substitutes, rubbing my teeth with my fingers to taste every last ounce of Uncharted drugs into my system. Its been almost 2 years since Naughty Dog officially announced Uncharted 4. 1 year 8 months and 20 days! That’s 629 days! Close to 90 weeks! 905760 minutes! And…..well you get the idea, don’t you Naughty Dog. I see what you’re doing guys, very funny. But enough is enough! Do you realise how difficult it is waiting for this game. The torture I’ve endured. You don’t even care about the ramifications of me informing my girlfriend that I have requested more time off from work to play the Nathan Drake collection, a series I already own on the PS3, than I have for her Birthday! Its inhuman!
What games have made you wait too long? Let me know. Cheers.