Skip to main content

Bayonetta

I just finished an awfully excruciating experience in Final Fantasy XIII this past weekend. The reason for such is for its god-dreadful 50-hour long sequences of cutscene, fight, walk, cutscene, fight, walk, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, then back to cutscene, fight, walk, cutscene, fight, fight. They could have curved the plot somewhere, a twist maybe. Kind of like Final Fantasy VI wherein halfway through the game Kefka actually managed to cause an apocalypse and destroy most of what is left of the planet. He is the ultimate badass in villainkind.

Enough blabber of silly things, I just started Bayonetta last night. It was fun to say the least. I was supposed to pick up God of War III but settled in on Bayonetta because I am waiting for the God of War Ultimate Edition. Still yet to play I and II, that's why. Although I have been a huge follower of Kratos ever since I heard good hearsay about him. Truth be told, Chains of Olympus was one of my favorites for the portable console. The game really did Kratos justice.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Bayonetta. Oh boy, she is an awesome character to play. I have yet to dwell upon the game's first chapter but the prologue was in itself fun. My only nitpick of it is its movesets. She has about a dozen of different kinds of movement for offensive maneuvers but the only thing I can remember is button-mashing punches and kicks, or a mix of both. Some are even so difficult to pull because it needs precision and timing, and that is not what I have when it comes to pressure. When you have a ginormous beast/monster/idiot clobbering at you endlessly from all sides it is difficult to think clearly of strategy. It's like driving a car while talking to someone on the phone while changing your baby's diaper. Classy. Despite all that she never remains to fail to impress.

Who can resist sexual innuendos coupled with pizzazz? I guess none. Bayonetta actually grew on me that quickly. Here was a man so troubled not long ago because of issues pertaining to it being a Microsoft console port. The optional installation worked out better than I thought, although I notice every now and then it saves and saves again, nothing too bothering to say the least.

Popular posts from this blog

Strange Fruit

I had recently adorned a vow of silence for myself with Miriam for no apparent reason whatsoever other than to suit my whim, and, regardless of the pettiness associated with this misdemeanour, I pray this will only strengthen us both in spirit for the coming days. The coming days are definitely not meant for one such as me.
In the next few hours, not shortly before I am done with this piece, this vow will be disavowed. Miriam is sleeping soundly in my right, broken by the exhaustion that seemed to catch her unaware. This was not what she had prepared for when coming to London. This was not what I meant for her when I asked her to come. In order to alleviate the guilt of me making it more difficult for us both, I do what it is that I do best, and that is to love her hungrily and wildly. And some little bit of swag on the side to cure her state of frustration albeit temporarily.
My days are long and yet wields very little. For now I do and take whatever I can, whenever I can. A grand f…

Snippet: In her darkest days, Elaine (worldbuilding), unfinished

Voices of strange busybodies could be heard on the other side of the edifice. Elaine reckoned she recognised one of them. An old friend. Perhaps not necessarily a friend, or not technically a friend. A friend is a rare commodity for her these days. She could walk right past them and not blink an eye, but Elaine waited for a little bit more until the lot toned down. Having a group of opposites around her, poking her skin through their eyes, meticulously making sure she was an enabler who to them an abundant source of entertainment, was all the reason needed to convince herself to back away from the complexity of it all. Home is an awful lot more awful than this place though, Elaine thought, as she gripped her handbag tightly, hoping the ray of darkness from the moon would envelope her and shield her from the attention of the lonesome trail.
"This would not have happened had you only listened to me, Elaine," complained Darco. "Half the people out there would skin us both…

Decide my fate for me

As though the wind may pass with golden steps from shallow graves, the warmth of her hands could not defeat January weather in England, proving that tests of fate weigh heavier than the insidious intentions of a warring tribe. Perhaps it is high time I engage in other methods more worthy of personal consideration. She left me in the cold when my reality cloaked in malady was in full motion, sweating icicles in the interior, punching my guts in gutsy ups and gutsy downs. She was my meaning. She is my void.