Laying mutely on the sofa, bereft of the virility that had been siphoned by an abundant consumption of festive extravagances. Scattered around me were the fallen residents of my girlfriends family that had succumbed to the lethargy of the perpetual feasting we’d endured. Relegated to just a fattened lump of calories and sugar, rankled by my self-inflicted infarction with my stomach taught, gurgling with harsh provocation, I proceeded to negate my convalescence to a mere irritation. I rose tentatively and successfully abated the perennial affliction with some medicinal supplements, returning to my previous state of reclined repose. Sifting through the news events on my newly acquired phone, after breaking my other one on the edge of the dining table while assisting in the arrangement of the seating (note: never help anyone. Ever!), my extraneous browsing stumbled upon an all too familiar subject; hacking. I grimaced with incredulity at the extensive persistency of the obstacle, retaining solemn sorrow for the instigators of this heinous act of cyber terrorism. How empty and retracted must their lives be to sustain such aggravating espionage, particularly around the Christmas period. The labouring contempt they must pertain for gamers and the organised governance they pledge to humiliate, that they would wilfully initiate such resilient disruption at a time it would be most pernicious is a sad reflection of their own talent. Surely there is something more constructive they could be doing? An alternate vocation that would accentuate there clearly consummate vigour? Some act of treachery they could prevent rather than initiate?
The officious cries loomed hurriedly, encroaching on any other thread that dared to intrude. Accusatory pronouncements were distributed with accelerated reverence, with the simple expression of antagonism seemingly elevated by their own reciprocated frustrations and admissions of collating despair. For Sony fans it was a compunction of familiarity, and for Microsoft fans it “was” an affliction observed from afar, now a mutually binding discrepancy neither faction wants to associate with. Though the resonating interference has subsided, with both companies slowly restoring the deficiencies in connectivity and other discrepancies have been amended, but the damage suffered by those that received either of these rival consoles is irreparable. It isn’t a case of if, but when will this happen again! There’s a snarling proclivity by fans now for admonishing inefficiency, which is understandable considering the immense intercession gamers have had to endure. Not to mention the numerable alterations to my own password that is fast becoming a bi-weekly event. But would you rebuke a jewellers for being targeted by surreptitious thieves? Do you really believe that Sony and Microsoft technicians approached hackers and said “Hey guys, just sneak round the back, all the sensitive information can be retrieved just on the door to the right. Security? Don’t worry about that; the door hinges are rusty and the its garrisoned by a fragile chain, cat flap and a dozing, incontinent canine called lucky!” I doubt the people assigned to fix the issues had a Merry Christmas!
Its annoying, true, I’m paying for a subscription service that fails in preventing my details from being duplicated, a service that is as of now as safe as milk with a kitten, again true, but it’s not the be all and end all. Due to my comings and goings during the festive break, I didn’t even get a reasonable chance to indulge in gaming until everything had been modestly secured. The protestations do nothing but solidify the actions of these seemingly ambivalent individuals. I’m not justifying the apparent mediocrity of Microsoft and especially Sony’s defences, but if this group can successfully avoid detection from authorities actively searching for them, then no amount of fortification will ever keep either of them secure. Until they are exposed, or more accurately “if” their exposed, then we will have to remain unifying vigilant for undoubtedly further attacks. You’ve got to love modern gaming.
Happy New Year!
With a commodious sedative of flashy gimmicks, oscillating projections, bulking partitions embossed with incandescent fixtures to illuminate respective areas eclipsing competitors, with enough vestigial smugness demonstrated from public orators that if such concentrated professions could be condensed into a sustainable fertiliser, then we may not ever have to worry about the fertility of crops ever again. Yes this was E3, the voluminous compendium of partisan exhibition and self publicity, which is understandable considering the nature of these events. Now before I capitulate into the murky depths of sardonic postulation’s with my own unenviable critical lamentations regarding E3, I do have to clarify that I do enjoy the majority of the typically elongated conferences, and it has certainly inclined my opinion on products that previously retained a peripheral presence in my mind into something more affixed. My maligned grievance isn’t with the content or the credible influence of brevity, but the overall falsity of the event. The exhibitive hype, dramatic elocution’s, desultory presentation issues, contemporary entrance music and exultant prestige are indicative thematic’s of any self-indulgent conference. We expect the familiarised glamour and resonating arrogance from the exhibitionist’s with a peculiar penchant for loquacious exertions, punctuated by rigid hand gestures that really *slice* illustrates *frantic finger-pointing* home *fist* the *hand clasp* point!
But its the informal permutations that suggest games our absolute to a they’re system that vexes me most, with illusory portrayal of exclusivity that isn’t entirely distorted, but neither is it entirely true either. When representatives step on to the capacious stage awash with lauding applause for presumptuous acclaim they suddenly become illusionists, conducting grand scintillating spectacles while professing exaggerated aplomb with sleight of hand and reflective truths. I understand they need to objectify competitors, even undermine and goad them to a subtle degree, and it probably would have been less reprehensible if the chosen speakers possessed a modest measure of vivacity rather than analytical pacifying of they’re goals and promises. It instead becomes more of a calculated procedural, farcical in some past instances, with each company attempting to one up everyone else rather than extruding content they’re proud to display. They parley for your attention, entreating fans with grovelling rebukes. You have Sony asking for patience despite its latency to deliver on quantitative quality. Microsoft seemingly ignorant to their “integral” connect device, pleading for penance for past mistakes. And Nintendo competently asserting its relevance amongst a very frugal community, by still providing incredible, if not original content, but also highlighting their regimental regression in regards to social interactivity, that others are utilising to prosperous effect. Pleading for respective patience, forgiveness and sales. There is always a collage of vibrancy that further punctuates the individual spectacle, like fireworks at a new years party, but with all the flamboyant tumult comes pedantic expressionism like discomforting flatulence. It’s essentially 90 mins of self-exerted superiority with economy becoming an underrated proxy.
And what do we get for our devout dispensation? We become saturated in bloated extravagance, awash with CGI trailers that demonstrate images that will likely possess little resemblance to the finished article and nothing of the actual game-play. It’s a gaming media event….with little game-play? Many of the announced trailers also had a tonal preference for 2015, seemingly unperturbed by the lacking presence of the bulimic content currently available. The industry, from my perspective is collaboratively fluctuating, fastidious in the way it presents a year of prosperity and a recessive mediocrity the next. Personally I would respect an exposition with transparency, a representative simply presiding over stage giving an honest narration of the situation of its developing content and just say “Do you know what? We have a handful of good games this year, but save your seminal fluids, because we have a fertile suppository for you to ejaculate over next year.” Well, perhaps not deferring such a specifically vulgar vernacular, but certainly words to that effect. Playing games directly at your own discretion rather than relying on the verbal bravado of a paid representative is the only verifiable barometer of a games endowment, which is why so many gamers attend the event and perhaps that is how E3 should be collectively adjudged; not by the fraudulent gravitas of its contributors, but the extensive collection of games you can actually play. Or maybe an officiated representative should simply provide me with free press passes and air flights to the event, then I could retract all of my accosting appraisals. Just giving you something to consider.
What do you think of E3 in general? Is it boring, trailer ridden affair? Or am I just bitter? Let me know how right I am. Cheers.
I warned you that Sony would impose corrosive restrictions similar to Xbox, that they too would alienate consumers with forceful reprisals on how games and content could be accessed. My astute perception on such matters allowed for a favourable interpretation of the future and how best to deal with the restrictive impediment, negatively enforced by companies extending their fiscal grasp, with an insatiable consumption for your austerity. My strategical plan had been implemented, a shelter specifically designated for gamers, reinforced against the nuclear fallout that would emanate from the statements uttered at E3 with general ignorance, and dispersed with such singular and intense velocity that every gamer would become consumed with vengeful malevolence……and dammit if my resourceful ingenuity wasn’t completely unnecessary. Games–once purchased–are yours to own, to freely distribute to friends, to trade in at retail, to preserve in contented reverence or use as an extravagant coaster to place your beverages on. The games are yours by rights! What a shrewd concept. Such a simple deceleration, but one met with the suitable corroborating support that such a statement deserved. Offline functionality is still accessible, there’s no intrusive, mandatory on-line presence required to continue gaming and the price, Oh lord the price! £349! No, that numerical figure hasn’t been manipulated, that’s the cost in sterling! After that announcement Sony could have led a malnourished calf on the stage, gradually mutilated the poor creature with a hair pin, announced its conversion to Scientology and recouped all resources and investment into a third Kane & Lynch title, no one would have cared! I can only assume that Microsoft’s butt hole, puckered tighter than a Nuns holiest of holy’s when this exposition was made.
Sony’s E3 conference didn’t simply lament the loyalty of their existing entourage, but affirmed their potential ascendancy back to gaming sovereignty. But Sony’s initial performance was one influenced formally by the onset of advanced rheumatism which afflicted much of its presentation. The apologetic, almost self-deprecating assertions persisted, still resonating strongly after the previous confirmation of the consoles existence back in February. The derivative attention on the neglected Vita and importance of the PS3 that composed much of the earlier segment appeared desperate. Sony’s movie thing, where some distressed executive discussed…something to do with the movie industry was as dreary as a Coldplay song. And despite the quantity as well as quality of titles coercing me to purchase a PS4 on day of release, there was nothing exemplary surrounding their digressions. It was pedestrian, pedantic, nervous, with often stuttering alleviations to potentially compelling games, threatening to cripple Sony’s advantageous position. Sony’s evasiveness and transparency to define their intentions in regard to DRM seemed an apparent delay to an inevitable finality as well, one of advanced institutional suppression….until these definitively seductive words were proclaimed, “We support the used game market”. The reality and significance of this deceleration is something that not even M Night Shyamalan could have anticipated, “You mean the notion was dead all along, it just didn’t realise!?” The rapturous applause that followed, coupled with the auditory verbalization of reprieve was affirmation widely acknowledged with platonic admiration, as well as respect for gamers standard requirements. Even Jack Tretton’s smug visage seemed magnanimous and the recently published satirical, instructional video demonstrating how to share games on the PS4 is a humiliating insult to Xbox.
Those five minuets defined the entirety of the PlayStation 4’s connotation. It was clever, intuitive and taken on aesthetic merit, a tremendous victory for the flexibility of gamers. Sony also announced further additional courtesies, such as the capitulation and down right ignorance pertaining to its vertically placed camera, which frankly was a positively generous omission. It is a peripheral, not integral accessory. The importance on Indie games was self-evident in the earlier portion of the demonstration, with Sony postulating a simplified process of generating content with less congested annoyance or publication issues. Oh, and did I mention the formidable price of £349, which now has the added implications of “subject to availability”. This will help the device sell more units than a Kate Middleton sex tape. But beneath this noticeably jovial exterior, pessimism still contort’s much of my remaining petulance. I can’t shake the persistent niggles that the statements and assurances indicated by Sony are pretences to some ambiguous evil yet to demonstrate its contemptuous villainy. Directly proceeding there elated, 5 minute ejaculation Sony immediately reiterated the importance of PlayStation plus, exposing the plan to phase out free on-line gaming already mediated on the Xbox. This could generally be attributed to the unfortunate hacking incident a couple of years ago which had serious repercussions for Sony’s credibility as a viable, commercially trustworthy entity, or a delicate extraction of further funds from participating gamers, and though there are clear advantages to PlayStation Plus with access to a number of free games, as well as media functions such as Netflix which are still freely accessible without subscription to Plus, there are some who may feel inclined not to pay for the subscription.
Whatever the case the conflict between PlayStation and Xbox isn’t close to be being over, neither console has been released yet, so any alleviations of victory to the contrary are speculative at best, and any premature jape’s or jests levelled at Microsoft should be vigilant with their mocking. Independent companies developing for the PS4 could still scupper Sony’s broad intentions to allow second-hand gaming, by implementing separate restrictive access to traded or repurchased content, making Sony’s colossal announcement a rather modest procrastination. But I have considerably more empathy for the Xbox contingent. The proposed restrictions placed on your purchases as well as the extending on-line regulations that require continued visibility on the web to authenticate your presence, is a maddening breach of your rights as a consumer, with anxiety worsened by comments made by a Microsoft representative, pertaining to the proposed regulations by suggesting that “if people want to play offline there is an alternative device that meets these specifications. It’s called a 360.” Such a repulsive disregard for its “valued” customers is beyond reprehensible. Sony aren’t the rugged saviours they’ve been depicted as, but they certainly know how to conduct a very precise and intuitive business model. But it is odd that Sony’s reputation has accelerated at such velocity, not because of what they’ve added or subtracted, but namely because they are offering gamers what they already have. Freedom.
What did you think of both companies separate conferences? And which will you be purchasing? Let me know your thoughts on the dramatic developments. Cheers.
I’ve always been fascinated by the sustaining, figurative war between the PlayStation and Xbox, and this apparent confrontation between the two companies still amuses me. People generally appear to adopt amnesiac complacency when regarding them, as though the fact they both attempt to increase their capital alludes them, and is instead replaced by some illusion that they provide sustenance for starving orphans or sanctioning a peace treaty in the middle east. These independent corporations are separated by numerical disposition, differing intents to coax you from your earning, and name, but united in desire to preserve a business. Entrusting either corporation with the your fiscal earnings is akin to being confronted by two separate figures in the street demanding your money; it’s just dependant on who intimidates you more. Perhaps I’m being a little presumptuous and critical, and a more accurate analogy is choosing to go on a date with either Emma Stone or Mila Kunis, but the similarities between them, in a business sense is undeniable. So it’s hardly a revelation that with the reveal of the PS4, that the console “war” is about to once again ensue, with the dismembered carcass of intelligence becoming the first casualty.
While gamers greedily sustain themselves on the sparse preserves offered, by the now shortened existence of this generations consoles, intense vocal and brutish virtual assaults, intensified by the courageous retorts of individuals shrouded by anonymity, via the relative safety of a keyboard, are wringing their hands in rueful solitude, condemning all that you hold true. Such piteous stances that exert such aggression have been a commonality in gaming communities throughout this generation, like a mother bear defending her injured cub from further infirmities. Clouded by deficient, biased reasoning that seems to presume rather than present actual factual evidence, with both sides appraising situations with conflicting conjectures that favours their chosen acquisition, as though their respective purchases and arguments is an involuntary confirmation that they made the right choice. From an exterior perspective such instances means both parties appear to be unsympathetic, egocentrics, who have relinquished all manner of sensible reasoning, punctuated by misinformed or manipulated information and narrow-minded inclinations, that often lean heavily on the oppositions ignorances and vacant illuminations.
Civility, married with stimulated debates are seemingly disregarded for more confrontational engagements, culminating in decreased vocabulary proficiency, as endearing and eloquent terms, that are perpetuated by the inevitable references to each others respective mothers–which is hardly a witty exchange of differences, with little hope of repented remission for their derisive offences. Observing conversions between one open-minded fan, capable of accepting his consoles successes and failures, and another dismissive individual who presents such earnest ferocity to something that clearly rouses their resentment, is akin to watching Muhammad Ali sparring with a delinquent juvenile, who has only a vague recollection of his contemptuous formulations. Such an aversion to truth, and soliciting unwarranted discourse just seems self-destructive, prompting further retaliation between a small subsidiary of absent-minded fans and little chance of reconciliation. The ingenuity of the future warrants much anticipation, with both companies looking to secure more sustainable income through combative enticements. Of course there needs to be a certain element of discrepancy between the two sets of fans, to maintain healthy competition, but certainly not a complete dereliction of senses.
In a decade from now don’t expect to be playing the PS5 or Xbox 1,440, as you’ll likely be anticipating the AppleStation or the Colgate box–the latter I’ll concede is a little implausible, but you get my point. Things are constantly shifting, altering beyond all comprehension, so don’t waste time on unnecessary conflictions. Its hard enough to dedicate ample time in a consoles residence, without then expending precious sentiments berating prospective cynics with contrived views, and countering them with equal visceral resentment. Bureaucracy it seems, is just as prevalent in gaming and not restricted to the confines of Parliament (unfortunately).
Do you enjoy debating a consoles pro’s and cons? And do you like indulging the inept contingent with a hapless understanding? Let me know your thoughts.