World Of Warcraft: An Irrelevant Review
I. Essence
Peace Warcraft!
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I'm not sure if this is an
entirely accurate description of the game, but it almost should seem
like it probably might be.
II. Mechanism
Next, I decided to get my
hands on a free trial of this critically verbalsexed piece of software
and give it the old college try. I went to blizzard's website and
started up their official bittorrent downloader client. Now, it seems
only logical to me that Blizzard would use a few of their millions to
create a good quality downloader for what could be the biggest game in
history. Instead, it seems that what blizzard has actually done is to
simply grab a pre-beta of an ALPHA version of the original bare bones
bittorrent client, take out all the extra features, and call it their
downloader.
Well, actually I'm being a bit harsh on Blizzard. They've actually added one important new feature to the client: The ability not to be able to set a maximum upload speed. Let’s visit FabrikaZvezd 26/74.k64 TV.com again for a description of the downloader:
Not quite sure what that one’s supposed to mean. Here's a short un-translated open letter to Blizzard from me though: Clean up your act you sons of B’s!
Well, actually I'm being a bit harsh on Blizzard. They've actually added one important new feature to the client: The ability not to be able to set a maximum upload speed. Let’s visit FabrikaZvezd 26/74.k64 TV.com again for a description of the downloader:
Never
once again will you worried about
using a basic web browser to look at the websites(L). When you use our
that patented downloader Bli?.zzard, we automatically staturape your
all the entire connection for you immediately, free of charges. To the
game of the responsibilities of new from your perpendicular hatred for
laziness and pompous of blizzard. Hail>
Not quite sure what that one’s supposed to mean. Here's a short un-translated open letter to Blizzard from me though: Clean up your act you sons of B’s!
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| Wheeeeeee! |
III. Genesis
Prepare
to be amazed. If you are a new visitor to the World of Warcraft
universe, you will certainly be struck by the sheer depth of the
character creator. In fact, it is so grand that it has been reported
that many players smell burning hair the first time they attempt to
create a character. Safety
Notice: If you actually do smell burning
hair and there is nothing burning nearby: Seek medical attention
immediately, you may be having a stroke. There are no less
than 3 different faces and 4 different hairstyles
available for each race! I allow a second here for you to pick your jaw
up off the floor so I can continue. Seriously folks, when presented
with the character creator for the first time I actually had to back
away from my computer screen and lie nude on the floor while I wept and
radiated joy to all corners of the universe. I stumbled to my
feet and lunged violently about the room in a
daze, slurring curses and swinging at unseen assailants, my mind
intoxicated by blizzard's exhilarating tonic. I have seen the face of
God.
For example I decided to create a troll character. Would I choose the frownie troll face with spiky anime hair? Or perhaps the glowering under bite troll with a minutely different style of spiky anime hair would better suit my fancy. Oh my; again I am feeling faint... pull it together. Whew. Anyway, after you craft the “look” of your character, you also must pick a class. There are only a few different classes, it really doesn’t matter what you pick. All the class will affect is which skills you are going to be complaining about when Blizzard patches the game.
For example I decided to create a troll character. Would I choose the frownie troll face with spiky anime hair? Or perhaps the glowering under bite troll with a minutely different style of spiky anime hair would better suit my fancy. Oh my; again I am feeling faint... pull it together. Whew. Anyway, after you craft the “look” of your character, you also must pick a class. There are only a few different classes, it really doesn’t matter what you pick. All the class will affect is which skills you are going to be complaining about when Blizzard patches the game.
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| Protip:
Trolls hate attacks |
IV. Facade
Before
a person first “steps” into the world for the first
time, they would be wise to put on some sort of ocular protection. This
game is obscenely colorful. Imagine
eating a casserole which contains an episode of Dragon Ball Z, the
old Rankin Bass Hobbit cartoon from the 70’s, and a rainbow
float from a gay pride parade. Then imagine projectile vomiting all of the chunky fluid which this would create in your stomach
onto your monitor. Most likely, you will have imagined World of
Warcraft's graphics.
I believe this is a slightly less high-tech version of the way the old flat cutout crowds in old Playstation 1 racing games worked. You know, the spectators who watch from the side of the road as you race by. There they will forever linger, and one can't help but feel sorry for the little guys. They would get to me you know, those wretched souls. Eventually I would decide to put them out of their misery.
Of course it would need to look like an accident. Something clean. The back tires conveniently sliding loose on that hairpin turn in front of the stadium. A tiny slip of the wheel at the crest of dead man's hill. Of course it always ended the same way. A thunderous collision with empty space, the car rebounding inches from those good-natured smiles. Curse the wicked architect of those invisible walls! In my dreams, they haunt me still. Those savage faces; grinning wildly like speed-crazed race fan junkies.
I will be strong. Let the pills wash the pain away.
Now
we arrive at what most people would call the most important aspect of
any game: Gameplay. My mission was to find out if this particular title
was worth the 55+12+12+12~ dollars. What did I find out? Here is what
your money buys:
Kidz
Korner:
When they were handing out looks, this game thought they said books, and it said: “Can I have Flowers for Algernon?” It actually turned out that they didn’t have any copies of that particular book left.
When they were handing out looks, this game thought they said books, and it said: “Can I have Flowers for Algernon?” It actually turned out that they didn’t have any copies of that particular book left.
But I kid my good friend World of Warcraft. It looks alright
for an older game. “Maybe it has a good
personality...” the
average MMO gamer might be heard to remark as he licks Cheetos dust
from his wispy mustache and gently presses two more
twinkies into his mouth with the palm of his hand. All in good time, my
morbidly obese friend, all in good time... But let us discuss the
visuals for a bit longer:
If you have chosen a troll, you will be delighted to find that the wacky spiked hair you’ve chosen for him was even MORE wacky than I you had imagined! The designers, having apparently decided that it was far too difficult and time consuming to create three-dimensional hair, just went on ahead and made the hair a one dimensional in-game sheet of paper, and then folded it across the troll’s head twice like a cardboard burger king crown.
If you have chosen a troll, you will be delighted to find that the wacky spiked hair you’ve chosen for him was even MORE wacky than I you had imagined! The designers, having apparently decided that it was far too difficult and time consuming to create three-dimensional hair, just went on ahead and made the hair a one dimensional in-game sheet of paper, and then folded it across the troll’s head twice like a cardboard burger king crown.
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A group of troll bandits guards the road to Tirisifal Glades |
I believe this is a slightly less high-tech version of the way the old flat cutout crowds in old Playstation 1 racing games worked. You know, the spectators who watch from the side of the road as you race by. There they will forever linger, and one can't help but feel sorry for the little guys. They would get to me you know, those wretched souls. Eventually I would decide to put them out of their misery.
Of course it would need to look like an accident. Something clean. The back tires conveniently sliding loose on that hairpin turn in front of the stadium. A tiny slip of the wheel at the crest of dead man's hill. Of course it always ended the same way. A thunderous collision with empty space, the car rebounding inches from those good-natured smiles. Curse the wicked architect of those invisible walls! In my dreams, they haunt me still. Those savage faces; grinning wildly like speed-crazed race fan junkies.
I will be strong. Let the pills wash the pain away.
IV. Allure
- Talk to guy
- He says get 15 items by killing (Beasts
– Humans – Monsters)
- Kill 15 (Beasts – Humans
– Monsters)
- Kill 53 more (Beasts – Humans
– Monsters) because only 1/23 drop the item you need.
- Talk to guy again
- Guy gives you a shoe/cape/wooden mitten
- Repeat
- Repeat
- Weep
- Repeat
- Death of joy
And still there exist people, HUMAN BEINGS who do, being of sound body
and mind, pledge the entirety of their lives to this wretched and
hollow clanking machine! Not a game, but an online fabricated
simulacrum of the likeness of a knock-off of a treadmill. And running
diligently on this treadmill each day does not bring weight loss and
good cheer, no! It is a reverse treadmill (Strike that! Reverse it!
Wonka shouts, flailing wildly at a sniveling oompa-loompa).
Massive weight gain and an apathy towards relatives and acquaintances
are the player’s only bittersweet rewards. Curse you Saruman!
V. Cataclysm
One dismal evening, in the not-too-distant
future, you take a shortcut through a shadowed alley. A stooped figure
approaches from the darkness. It seems to gaze through you, its hollow
bloodshot eyes rimmed with tears. A beam of moonlight breaks through
the clouds, revealing the creature's hideous features. Its yellowing
skin
hangs loosely from protruding cheekbones. The jaw hangs
open, revealing a mouth full of jagged white stumps and crackling
charcoal tongue.
But then... a flash of
recognition.
V. Cataclysm
You extend a hand.
It extends a hand.
Your fingers touch a pane of solid glass.
Your mind erupts into brilliant chromatic shards.
The framework of the universe begins to unravel; pulsing and surging around you.
Opposing phantasms of Sublimity and Ruin ravage your fragile soul.
Within the glorious lifenucleus we shall both Succumb and Endure.
And yet...and yet.
It extends a hand.
Your fingers touch a pane of solid glass.
Your mind erupts into brilliant chromatic shards.
The framework of the universe begins to unravel; pulsing and surging around you.
Opposing phantasms of Sublimity and Ruin ravage your fragile soul.
Within the glorious lifenucleus we shall both Succumb and Endure.
And yet...and yet.
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