My Severe Distain for the last 3 survivors.
Every time my eyes graze across my desktop, analyzing every single inch in meticulous detail, a little grey icon reflects light into my retinas, causing a series of internal calculations which elicit feelings of joy, then sorrow. As I click on the icon, and the internal components in my computer begin to increase activity, I watch in fascination as the parts begin to chip in:
- CPU - 40%
- Memory - 70%
and lastly, the graphics card begins it's work, a black sea swallows the screen, the loading screens begin, and as I ponder over the experience I will soon know. I watch as the camera pans to a campfire, the Hud slowly materializing, I click on the survivor option eager, no, ready to experience the game I've played for the past 6 months, and a further 6 months from that. I hear the riffs of an acoustic guitar as an apparition appears in front of me, and as I watch the figure illuminate my eyes, the joy and nostalgia I felt is all but gone.
- Standing before me, cloaked in yellow, was a goblin, but this was no ordinary goblin, it was one in disguise, as it drew its' first breaths, and stared me down, the neurons within my brain; my being, my true self fired, and I remembered the sounds, oh god, the sounds, "Hnnnnnngah!" "mmmmm!" "nnnnngah!".
Panicked and disorientated, I click the white arrow dispersing to the right, and again, I felt horror.
- A man dressed in attire that would better suit a person of different proportions and age looked on as he clutched an electronic device, and again, the sounds, "Aaaahhh" "hrrrrhah!" "hmmmah!".
And yet again, perhaps out of sheer curiosity and ignorance, I clicked the arrow, and my eyes were not relieved of their torment.
- There she was: The architect of my suffering, the one who started it all, the smug look on her face was as tone deaf as her apparel: A witches hat... in the realm of the impure, she continued to flaunt her hat in a place of perpetual torment, a handicap that would make hiding, running, and focusing much more difficult, like an animals using their restrictions as proof of dominance, she yet again brushed her hair, and I was left speechless. Almost as terrible as her appearance, was her gameplay changes, and as I remembered all the times I suffered as Trapper, Wraith, and Pig, I closed the game, and embarked on my way outside.