Limbo death count…unpublishable.
I tried a little experiment this weekend. I decided to keep track of how often I died in Limbo, which yes I am STILL playing because I have to rage quit after about 20 deaths in ten minutes. Limbo. NOT my wheelhouse. On the other hand, I am fairly sure it’s improving my reflexes — I made a spectacular jump on my first time through a level because I just sensed I’d have to.
Freaking Limbo. By the way, 20 deaths in ten minutes is not an exaggeration. I am SURE I would be better at it on the computer (these are the things I tell myself).
A weekend of solitude has done wonders for my mood and my productivity, which in turn has done a lot for my desire to play video games again. I did NOT end up having to work on Sunday, so aside from chores and some dog walking I got a lot of decompress time. And, I’m not going to lie, a big chunk of this blog is a bit of an ego stroke for me. Not in the sense of oh look, what a good gamer I am — in fact, I feel the opposite most of the time. More in the sense that I like writing and, uh, like reading what I’ve written.
So, back to the daily grind! I already spent about an hour in Rapture wanting to wail at the music (chasing down Grace Holloway) (JESUS those STRINGS what the hell Bioshock). Frozen Thursdays returns this week again and so does some more Wildstar. Hopefully there’ll be some Worms or other steam games with those guys too. Yay, energy!