22 July 2001
I can't believe I'm awake at this time, and on a Sunday too. I just woke up from one of those incredibly vivid dreams that have you convinced while you're having it that its not a dream.
Imagine a FPS of the classic Syndicate, but not as in Deus Ex, more a mix of the anime style of Oni, and the sheer bulk of on-screen characters as Startopia. Lost? Here's something vapid and distracting to play with, and some light music. Dah-da-da-dahdadada-da-da the girl from ipanema.
So anyway, I'm wandering through a dark dystopian setting, in the full on bullet-proof trench coat and face mask, to the menacing music, when I realise I need to avoid some massive mecha. (there weren't any mecha in Syndicate, I think Deus Ex encroached in at this point) I dodge a car and duck into a back alley and decide to hack an ATM (again, a function only found in Deus Ex) but two street punks are messing around in front of it. So I go up to them and with the cybernetic enhanced body all agents possess, smash their heads together. They don't crumple to the ground, they pull out guns and blast me in the chest (yes I know how geeky this sounds, but you're here by choice remember, now do you want to hear the rest or not? I can't sleep anyway, what do I care?)
Unafraid of being shot, I instead try to knock the two guys unconcious with the butt of my gun, with no success. Instead, after a short conversation that Eddie Izzard must have scripted I discover that these two punks are higher versions of cyborgs than I am and they start taking me apart with their hands bit by bit.
The nasty thing is that I woke up with a bleeding nose. So gamer geek it hurts? And why has this left me with a hankering to go and play The New Zealand Story? Damn I've missed that Kiwi.
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