What an inflamitory title, but around my house there is a ring of truth to it. I have been a vocal Chronicals of Riddick supporter since it was released 5 years ago on the original Xbox. Ever since the announcement of the remake/sequel was made for the Xbox 360, I have been chomping at the bit to get my hands on it. A couple of weeks ago I picked up the game and was enjoying it. Recently my gaming time has been diminished, so once I started along the point in the game where there are several 'fetch-n-fight' quests punctuated by load screen after load screen, my interest started to wane in the face diminished returns. I actually was feeling a little stressed at the prospect of completing the missions that I started as weird as that may sound.
A funny thing happened that I did not quite expect. After a dreary session of load screens in Butcher's Bay, I realized that I had downloaded the X-Men Origins: Wolverine demo off of the Marketplace. Once I started playing I knew that this was the cure for what ailed me. Instant action, instant gratification, and the feeling of being a total bad-ass that I have not felt since Too Human. So on Friday I did what I often loathe to do, I traded in Riddick to help pay for X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Friday night I took my son to the movie, that evening I started my adventure, and the rest is history.
It has ben an odd gaming year for me, often dictated by time and what my group of friends are playing. In purchasing Wolverine, a game that I would normaly shy away from, I am having as much gaming-therapy as I am fun. If you are a Marvel Comics fanboy from way back, or you are just looking for some crazy fun, Wolverine is a great gaming tonic. Now just because I traded in Riddick, it doesn't mean we are through, just think of it as a little cryo-stasis, I will wake you when I am ready.