I'm disappointed by NPCs across all of gaming, something I've been thinking about after
reviewing Bound by Flame
. I spend hours and hours with these characters—talking to them, fighting alongside them—and yet they're so often just encyclopedias of information about my current quest, or the same greeting over and over. Even the most complex of them usually stare blankly at me when I stop talking, or can't remember anything that wasn't baked into their database of dialogue. They have no brains.
I loved bonding with my crew in Mass Effect, and the way Telltale makes silence a choice. These are little steps, but NPCs still haven't changed all that much in the past 10 years. More than improvements in graphics, I hope for more experimentation with how we interact with AI characters, especially where it leans toward simulation. I'm not ridiculously asking for true artificial intelligence, or guards who can beat the Turing test, just for characters who exhibit the illusion of intelligence well enough to surprise me now and then.
The Division being
until 2015 is one of those things that, when it happens, seems so obvious that you have to take a mental inventory to check that it hasn't actually happened already, but you forgot in all the unexcitement. Which isn't to say I'm
excited by the game. I am muchly. I just never for a moment thought anything that looked so ambitious could be turned around in time for a release date this year.
The same goes for The Witcher 3. As soon as you got a sense of that project's
, you knew there were two hopes of it coming out on time. And the other was called Bob. There's probably a direct inverse relationship between the level of polish demonstrated by vertical slice demos of new games, and the likelihood of
of the other content existing at the time they're initially shown. Still, not that we should complain. Turns out there are
quite a few
other things to occupy ourselves with in the meantime…
Which version of Watch Dogs do you want. I've decided—just now, at random—that I'd like the basic game, the White Hat Pack, and the Conspiracy Mode Digital Trip DLC. Let me
consult the big chart
to see if... Well, shit.
Buying AAA games is becoming an increasingly bizarre experience. I get why pre-orders matter to publishers, and why that leads to a series of exclusive deals made to retailers, but none of it seems to benefit the consumer. That's because, in my experience, these “exclusive” digital bonuses remain at best pointless, and at worst detrimental to the experience. In Watch Dogs, each outfit pack confers a bonus and, while that doesn't sound like a big thing, it has the potential to undermine the balance of the game. To make it worse, Watch Dogs has asymmetrical multiplayer. It may mean that, if I'm invading another player, I'm directly at a disadvantage for not having bought my copy through Game, or Uplay, or while riding a horse backwards through Tesco. Whatever you have to do to get the extra vehicle hitpoints of the 'Club Justice Single-Player Pack'.
I'm torn on this one.
Steam has added more games in the first half of 2014 than it did in the entirety of 2013.
That's a ton of games, and I'm sure Early Access and Steam Greenlight are playing a big role there. Is it too many games? Not necessarily—I want everyone to have an opportunity to get a game on Steam—but it highlights how big an issue curation is going to become in the near future.
Valve is taking steps to make it easier to find games.
Devs are able to put their games on sale whenever they want.
now indicate that a game was reviewed in Early Access.
But the Steam front page still mostly drives people to what's on sale and what's currently selling well. There are so many games, it's going to become increasingly hard for the average user to browse and discover something new. Games are going to get lost in the shuffle. More shovelware is going to slip through the cracks. Valve's going to have to do more curation to ensure Steam stays a useful storefront.
'What is this I don't even' probably best describes my reaction upon watching what little of Bombshell's overlong, meaningless trailer I could stomach. It's a game about a bomb defusal expert called Shelley 'Bombshell' Harrison, so already the metaphors are a being complexly layered. Does she like bath bombs, too? How about photobombs? No? Just the explodey kind. Like Mass Effect's Jack wearing a version of Ripley's Power Loader as reimagined by Victoria's Secret, Shelley enjoys "kicking ass, motorcycles, and kicking ass on motorcycles." Kinda like how I enjoy playing games, sitting in my chair, and playing games while sitting in my chair.
If you're smelling Eau de Nukem, your nose isn't wrong. This was a 3D Realms joint (in collaboration with developers Interceptor Entertainment) called Duke Nukem: Mass Destruction until Gearbox acquired the Duke Nukem IP in 2010 and tried to sue the everloving stuffing from them. See how far into
you can get, if you must. It's a rubbish, dated top-down shooter with a rubbish, dated protagonist. Awesome name though. Bombshell. Strong.
This is one of those things that gets you widely derided in certain parts of the internet, but it's been on my mind this week—and it might form the basis of a future Three Lane Highway column. In short: Twitch chat is one of the worst things about e-sports, and the only thing about the hobby that I find actively embarassing. This has been particularly apparent in the 'Hub' streams being run for the TI4 qualifiers, Big Brother-style 24-hour shows where Dota personalities live and watch the games together while surrounded by kittens. It's a cool idea, but it's brought out a really ugly side of the community. The comments that get directed at women in particular make me embarrassed to associate myself with the scene.
Someone's probably going to argue in the comments that this is just how things are on the internet, but I don't see that as an excuse. It's exclusionary, unprofessional, hurtful and lame and it's holding back the game that these people purport to love. This might be as effective as
yelling at a cloud
, but seriously, guys: grow the fuck up.