Having thoroughly exhausted the Nathan Drake Collection, earning 3 platinum trophies in the process (that’s not sad. It’s not. No you shut up!) I do what I always do once a void like this has generated such a chasm in my nocturnal proclivities: conduct a protracted article concerning various fleets of conjectural pandering and motivate some articulate relevance from fictitious events so absurd that it may as well be written in Klingon! But rather than discuss the events perpetrated in a series most are already well versed in, I thought I’d concentrate my convoluted abstractions on the considerably tumultuous union of Nathan Drake and Elena Fisher. Amongst all the theorised mythology and jutted architectures that no normal human being is dexterous in strength to ascend, belies two characters united by severely compromising conditions. Now let’s first establish that their relationship isn’t one of banal convention, but one based of intense emotional circumstances. Your more likely to see these two exchanging gunfire in some desecrated city than chocolates or flowers. They epitomise the contrasting similarities of traditional character relations, stymied in this instance by their respective desires. They really are the Ross and Rachel of gaming, emphasising the conflicting parabolic depiction of yin and yang, just a little less platonic. Their together, their not together; honestly the perennially shifting attempts at marital reconciliation is a little jarring, especially considering there’s little to no context that explains their subsequent division throughout the series. Their relationship is potentially volatile, exacerbated by the continual abstinence from each other, but the facile levity these two exchange in dialogue is seldom obstructed, even by the increasingly precarious circumstances they endure.
It’s a relationship that from the casual observer has been intermittent at best, structured around combustible circumstances and a rather dangerous liaison of two clashing enigmatic individual’s. You first encounter these two on a ship excavating a submerged crypt, with Elena documenting the empty burial casket from the Panamanian brine-waters they aren’t permitted to be in. You soon discover just what exhilarating affiliation these two have with each other. Everything they do is wielded with such intuition that’s it’s difficult to tell whether their actions are impulsive or suicidal! Which is only further complicated by the discordant correlation between them. Both are seemingly apprehensive of the other, yet they soon coordinate a naturally complicit alliance that punctually develops into something more substantial. The bond of their companionship has never been clarified beyond the suggested alienation between games, interrupted smooches, affectionate glances and tender gestures but that’s all the clarification you need really. The acrimonious departure that transpired in the interim and the emblematic band of a wedding ring entangling Elena’s finger are suggestive of something significant occurring between them, particularly considering the strangely absent jewellery on Drakes respective finger. The specific particulars of their confusing relationship is often dismissed as developments we are already aware of, despite its purported absence. Your continually apprised of their separation through expository dialogue but only witness the stunted attempts at marital reconciliation. Despite our adherence that we know these two, the surreptitious contraction ascribed to their congressional union remains a succinct mystery, with thinly veiled distinctions that adorn the tumultuous problems they face. But considering the multiple questionable motivation’s of Drake its small wonder that a woman of such reputed decisiveness is still attempting to distance herself from Drakes increasingly destructive personality. His multiple altercations with pugnacious minorities in some far-flung pocket of the world is nothing in comparison to his dereliction of matrimonial decency and nothing more exacting than his curious incredulity deserves. The dangerous sabbatical’s that invariably lead to such liaisons merely compounds the scrutiny, especially as he seems to attract hostility like Katie Hopkins on a trip to, well, anywhere!
Drake relishes plundering some palatial fortification, prioritising the accumulation of some gilded statue, studded in runes and ancient biblical curses rather than bracing his own marriage. His incorrigible adventurous nature is fun for us, but is interjected with a melancholic irreverence as if blindly ignoring the issue. Because of his wilful abandonment of his betrothed obligations, his immobilized empathy reflects a man stunted by emotional trauma to almost narcissistic levels. Drakes sociopathic tendencies seem rooted in his morose childhood. During one of the more poised moments in Uncharted 3, Katherine Marlow, the cantankerous antagonistic grants confidential insight into Drakes mysterious past. Absent, presumed dead parents, an assumed name are likely triggers, with absolutely no mention of a brother listed in Marlow’s resume of Drakes existence, making this reclusive sibling a baffling precursor to very interesting explanation in “A Thief’s End” (well hopefully). Considering his very Dickensian upbringing it’s no wonder that he has developed an associative disorder and lack of empathy, instead generating keen industry when dealing with assailants, such as discharging witty, often crass one liners after plunging a guy to his grizzly demise. So deftly does he supply inventive vocal humour that you could understand why he treats marriage with such elusive conviction. Yet his seemingly improvised provocations belies a man studiously loyal to his friends and dedicated to his historical causes. They say inactivity breeds complacency, well I guess the opposite applies to Drake. Yet Elena is probably the most important steward of Drakes humanity, exemplifying his own nuptial resistance with a more grounded perspective. Elena is endowed with all the nuanced knowledge that Drake simply doesn’t possess, reading situations with attuned nutrition and acting accordingly. She is also tough and assured when engaged, even surviving the adjunctive explosion of a grenade! In many respects she posses many of Drakes beneficial characteristics without many of his impetuous flaunts and obsessive predilections. She isn’t merely a complicit foil to Drakes reckless endeavours, but someone who can determine the outcomes with explicit provision, with a tenacious pragmatism that is both cogent and practical to almost every variable. With a sophistry that promotes tolerant representation of femininity without the expressed necessity to show off some cleavage or apply make-up, not only is Elena the perfect love interest, but probably the most fair representation of an independent woman, without having to literate it.
There’s an organic legitimacy to their fluctuating propinquity, punctuated by the maturity of Elena who seeks refuge from Drakes destructiveness. Of course their on off relationship provided ample fodder to exchange humorous observations of each others lives, but this is merely the conduit expounded by two individual’s that care very much for each other, even if it isn’t expressed with succinct sensitivity. Whenever the subject of their split is broached in conversation however it’s quickly lanced by Drakes defensive neurosis, further highlighting his permissive attitude towards relationships. It’s evident from his basic lack of empathy that their relationship will continue to deteriorate further, listlessly dwindling into inert spousal abuse. How they sustain any kind of relationship under such frenetic circumstances is beyond me, yet somehow this erratic instability, coiled and stoic as it is almost symbolic of the monogamous ambiguity their lives project. Whether the intended severance of normality is congenial to the combustible rigidity of their dubious companionship, or alternatively curtailed by the uniquely farcical circumstances they sustain, Drake and Elena will endure. If not, there is always the wizened intervention of Victor Sullivan. I can almost hear him, the surrogate paternal tutor attempting to amend Drakes marital complacency, bristling with stout ruminations in the shadows and bleating “kid, just remarry the damn broad will ya?!”
Who is your favourite gaming couple? Let me know in the comments. Cheers.
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.
Well that certainly escalated quickly, which can only be good for us! Today Naughty Dog streamed the extended version of their E3 demo for Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End on their Twitch channel exclusively (as far as I’m concerned) for me. Having endured the barren PS4 exclusivity its reassuring that Nate “the one man militia” Drake is certainly back in combustible form. His excessive predilections for municipal destruction, the sweeping environmental ambiance as he strides out of a dilapidated tomb of sorts and reckless endangerment of his welfare are in salubrious consignment. There was also confirmation during the following Q&A session that Uncharted has been variably optimised for the PS4 with the frame-rate locked at 30fps *sigh*. Ah well, who cares really? This is the trailer I’ve been waiting for. No promotional CGI draped in the false depiction of the games quality, but a fully rendered level that revels in the frenetic solemnity of the Uncharted franchise and now the ability to diverge from the the perceived limitations introduced in the driving section, because (Oh crap!) it isn’t scripted! (Just hope I can navigate my way through as many short cuts). March can not come soon enough. Check out the extended game footage below and let me know your thoughts. Cheers.
If history has taught me anything is that Brussels Sprouts are evil, drinking on an empty stomach is like juggling with knives, that my feet could be used to pasteurize Stilton and that ignorance is a far more appreciative endearment than the paternal inflections of opinion. While consuming German cuisine at a Bavarian themed festival last Saturday, as well as large flagons of malted liquids that may as well have been inseminated through dialysis rather than orally, little did a striking, devilishly handsome man of considerable repute know (elaborate dramatization may have been embellished for self repletion) that information regarding a certain treasure hunter, that isn’t Indiana Jones or that Albino fellow in Guardians of the galaxy were being demonstrated. Though I had coveted any professions regarding Uncharted 4 with earnest anticipation, connectivity was limited to jarring commentators on social media, with voluminous hyperbolic penchant. “The shooting is exactly the same!” expressed one tweeter. “It doesn’t look any different from the previous games” reflected another equally ruffled observer. From my observatory perspective scrolling through the documented revisions, the immediate antipathy that resonated through gamers expressions further incited the procedural, accusatory fan backlash, that thereby decreed Uncharted 4 a charlatan! “They’ve gone a messed it up” I renounced, as I reverted to the less suggestible state of plaintive foreboding. But fans, by definition are fanatical……..or a rotational series of blades designed to cool ambient humidity, but the prominent connotation is the former. So by association fans are also mad! By which I mean crazy. The contradiction that wants something new, yet exactly the same?
And I for one would like to congratulate their blanched, rasping retaliations and express deep personal appreciation for your subordinate deviations from rational sentiment, because with my previously effusive expectation greatly diminished by your damnable rhetoric, and having now watched the offending footage, my reticent curiosity was emphatically sated. My inquisitive presumptions were vetoed by the regaling nostalgia of watching Drake grapple vertical cliffs that look a less assured certainty than in previous games. As Drake procures additional scaling utilities to assist him in his ascension, thrusting a piton into the course surface for added purchase and cantering perilously on the uneven terrain. Supplementing his usually gregarious encounters for subverted consultations, Nate nimbly submerges into the verdant foliage. Even swinging through the densely prodigious environment like some form of humanoid arachnid (Spider-Drake) elicited a meek swoon of anticipation. But where would we be if Drake wasn’t bashing nameless thugs into walls, tossing goons into chasms and a generally unrepentant proclivity for deliberately shooting aggressors in the crutch. Or is that just me?
Most importantly for me was Nate adhering to humorous abstractions that make you guffaw, despite whatever morose impediment his facing, like certain death for instance. The entire compilation gave recompense to any lingering resentment I may have retained from the perilous insinuations of others, as well as my own ambiguity that the series would eagerly borrow from the suggestible melancholy portrayed in “The Last Of Us”. The textures, however beautifully rendered did possess a darker palette than I would like and it was a trailer that was notably subdued. Deliberately so, I think? I don’t need reassurance from vehicular mishaps that has become a trademark of the series. Nor arresting harmonics, rousing orchestral respite or speculative cinematic’s where streams of lava pierce the sedimentary rocks, as volcanic embers skitter across the forests declining fertility, engulfing the leaves as they fall. It was a trailer thankfully bereft of obligatory speeches that are a little too on nose, as fans speculate the intricate details of a plot and devise separate premises. None of this was present, just a simple monogamous template that should be adopted by every games trailer, game-play or otherwise. Just the rudimentary unfurling of the concept, a lenient delineation of the overarching story, a demonstration how furtive negotiation through large quantities of enemies is as efficient as bludgeoning adversaries skulls in, and revealing an older sibling that was never mentioned before? They kind of gloss over that part.
Uncharted 4 was laden with as much expectancy as a new Star Wars movie, and earlier reports that its impeccable cogency had been substituted for banal heresy proved, in my opinion to be a largely fabricated grievance. It has seemingly preserved its heritage, bound by the inheritance of greatness we’ve seen before. Of course if you aren’t beguiled by Nates considerable masculinity, intellectual yet humorous aphorisms, ruggedly handsome features that remind me of my own……..time playing the games, then its likely that you’ll find nothing compilable here. Its expansive scenic breadth has always been regulated to vestigial aesthetics which are deceptively exposed, yet linear which irks many. Though in fairness you can’t alter the complexion of a game like Uncharted without compromising the concept, any more than you can criticise FIFA for promoting football. And yes the previous couple of games have ended in identical fashion and the supporting cast such as Elena, Sully and Chloe are exceptionally important foils for Nate’s charismatic troupes, and with both the former and the latter currently absent from any footage you do have to worry, just a little, that Naughty Dog may rely on *gulp* new characters to interact with him. I maybe reaching on that point, but I’m finding it difficult not justify purchase.
The game-play, the environments and of course a weary, weather-beaten Drake only ratifies my bias and vindicates the pre-order I placed almost 8 months ago. Now Naughty Dog, if you could just, you know, RELEASE IT! PLEASE.
What did you think of the game-play trailer?