Sunday, January 18, 2004
Compromise and call it seven
I was recently playing WarioWare, a game which throws dozens of minigames at you in quick succession. The only way to play is to turn off the part of your brain that says "think" and let the instant reactions and quick thoughts take over. So up pops a game that mimics a shooting gallery. Three "cardboard" cutouts appear. On the left is an old woman, dressed all in pink. She might have been holding a cat. In the middle is a man dressed all in black, totally thuggish. On the right is a policeman dressed in a bright blue uniform.
Instantly, I press right+shoot and take out the policeman. When it would be easier to shoot the "criminal."
Oh. I guess that's NOT what the game wants me to do.
Who knew?
I was recently playing WarioWare, a game which throws dozens of minigames at you in quick succession. The only way to play is to turn off the part of your brain that says "think" and let the instant reactions and quick thoughts take over. So up pops a game that mimics a shooting gallery. Three "cardboard" cutouts appear. On the left is an old woman, dressed all in pink. She might have been holding a cat. In the middle is a man dressed all in black, totally thuggish. On the right is a policeman dressed in a bright blue uniform.
Instantly, I press right+shoot and take out the policeman. When it would be easier to shoot the "criminal."
Oh. I guess that's NOT what the game wants me to do.
Who knew?