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"Randy Pitchfords' greasy hamburger totally gave me the SHITS"
TL;DR version - The last third of this game contained some of the worst level design and objectives ever to be included in any game ever. I've almost never been more disappointed.
I purchased DNF at Midnight release fully intending to enjoy it. It's taken this long to force my way through it. I'd turn on my Xbox some nights, and the title screen would loop for 45 minutes while I sat surfing the web before turning the Xbox off again and going to bed.
I wanted to like it. I wanted everyone to be wrong. "They're just being jerks because it's cool to be hateful on the net about anything and everything" I thought.
HO HO, you guys got me good, you fuckers.
I didn't have high expectations, I had the intent to play this game and judge it on the merits. I ended up beating the game because I purchased it. Nothing besides that spurred me on.
It's merits are nothing. Sure I chuckle at fart, poop, and pee jokes, I'm 12 inside. Beyond that, it's one of the worst, if not the worst, games I've ever played. It hurts typing that. It kills the high school freshman inside me, staying up all night on weekends playing D3D with his best friend on a Pentium 90, to say it.
Had this been a Gamefly rental, I would have screamed "BACK IN THE GODDAMNED ENVELOPE WITH YOU!" and sent it back after I got stuck on debris and stomped by a giant alien for the 5th time. My only reward being the longest load times on a console game for no reason since Splatterhouse.
I hit the power button on more than one occasion- I'm not that type of gamer.
The 'final straw' event, I have to blame firmly on the Hoover Dam section, and the Monster Truck portion before it. Tolerable, until it was three sections long with battles to get gas in-between, and I ended up in a mine for no good reason at all.
The Dam section felt like a Halo level. The first Halo, you know, the one with the Library. THE LIBRARY. It's obvious it was a design decision during one of the many revamps. I had a few complaints, at first. Then, it became a veritable dog-shit stew. The major frustrations are below:
In the middle of the last Boss Fight, I found myself enjoying the game for the first time in a while. Crazy madness, circle strafing, rockets, smooth frame rates, carnage. That's the Duke I remember. I started to smile. I began to enjoy myself. They dropped off the devastator. I smiled more. I chuckled at that last little potty humor reference after I beat the boss.
Then, the drop ships flew circles and never swooped low enough for me to grab on. Then there was a loading screen. I felt terror grip my heart, because if I had to do that again, I was going to turn the Xbox off. Maybe come back to it after I'd been hit by a car, involved in an industrial accident or something and I was going to spend a lot of time in traction.
It loaded. The dropship flew low. I hit 'X.' The last scripted event played out. All was good. Then the literal 15 second ending and unfunny one-liner made its debut.
The sound I heard in my head was the noise your brain makes as it crashes into the front of your skull in an attempt to lobotomize you as punishment for the experience you just put it through.
"Stop that, Brain" I drooled, as I wiped blood from my ears.
DNF just proves you can't really go home again. If you do, you'll find it smells like Cigars, money is missing off the dresser, and your mom is yelling that somebody just grabbed her ass before pissing in the fridge and running out the back door.
"Randy Pitchfords' greasy hamburger totally gave me the SHITS"
TL;DR version - The last third of this game contained some of the worst level design and objectives ever to be included in any game ever. I've almost never been more disappointed.
I purchased DNF at Midnight release fully intending to enjoy it. It's taken this long to force my way through it. I'd turn on my Xbox some nights, and the title screen would loop for 45 minutes while I sat surfing the web before turning the Xbox off again and going to bed.
I wanted to like it. I wanted everyone to be wrong. "They're just being jerks because it's cool to be hateful on the net about anything and everything" I thought.
HO HO, you guys got me good, you fuckers.
I didn't have high expectations, I had the intent to play this game and judge it on the merits. I ended up beating the game because I purchased it. Nothing besides that spurred me on.
It's merits are nothing. Sure I chuckle at fart, poop, and pee jokes, I'm 12 inside. Beyond that, it's one of the worst, if not the worst, games I've ever played. It hurts typing that. It kills the high school freshman inside me, staying up all night on weekends playing D3D with his best friend on a Pentium 90, to say it.
Had this been a Gamefly rental, I would have screamed "BACK IN THE GODDAMNED ENVELOPE WITH YOU!" and sent it back after I got stuck on debris and stomped by a giant alien for the 5th time. My only reward being the longest load times on a console game for no reason since Splatterhouse.
I hit the power button on more than one occasion- I'm not that type of gamer.
The 'final straw' event, I have to blame firmly on the Hoover Dam section, and the Monster Truck portion before it. Tolerable, until it was three sections long with battles to get gas in-between, and I ended up in a mine for no good reason at all.
The Dam section felt like a Halo level. The first Halo, you know, the one with the Library. THE LIBRARY. It's obvious it was a design decision during one of the many revamps. I had a few complaints, at first. Then, it became a veritable dog-shit stew. The major frustrations are below:
- The underwater sections: Environmental hazards and enemy swarms coupled with a clunky swimming mechanic and terrible clipping issues. How long are my legs, 8 feet?
- The tiny you/giant alien boss fight: Showcased the worst environment clipping and sticky corner issues I've ever experienced, since, well any Rockstar game ever, really.
- Platforming: Who decided that this game should include Tiny Duke jumping on gears and dodging pistons? Throw them off a roof and into traffic. It's better than they deserve. Don't get me started on the hamburger hopping area.
- Environmental Hazards: "Oh NO! Rogue electrical fields!" I stopped counting at three, there might have been more. Only Half Life 1 had more shocky-burny-melty-kill-you puzzles than DNF
- Underwater Mechanics: Managing breath and health, while swimming towards replenishment crates during a fight with a boss that has the ability to one-shot you. "Hey, are we still throwing people off roofs and into traffic? Room for one more? Oh, same guy? Light him on fire first."
- A barrel puzzle that combined two out of the only three physics puzzles present in the game: Tilty Beam + Heavy Barrels / Scripted Enemy Spawns = Why God, Why?
- An uphill water-filled stairway sprint, bouncing barrels, and a two-hits-will-kill-you damage component. I'd already made the Donkey Kong joke long before I reached the top, hearing it was no consolation prize.
In the middle of the last Boss Fight, I found myself enjoying the game for the first time in a while. Crazy madness, circle strafing, rockets, smooth frame rates, carnage. That's the Duke I remember. I started to smile. I began to enjoy myself. They dropped off the devastator. I smiled more. I chuckled at that last little potty humor reference after I beat the boss.
Then, the drop ships flew circles and never swooped low enough for me to grab on. Then there was a loading screen. I felt terror grip my heart, because if I had to do that again, I was going to turn the Xbox off. Maybe come back to it after I'd been hit by a car, involved in an industrial accident or something and I was going to spend a lot of time in traction.
It loaded. The dropship flew low. I hit 'X.' The last scripted event played out. All was good. Then the literal 15 second ending and unfunny one-liner made its debut.
The sound I heard in my head was the noise your brain makes as it crashes into the front of your skull in an attempt to lobotomize you as punishment for the experience you just put it through.
"Stop that, Brain" I drooled, as I wiped blood from my ears.
DNF just proves you can't really go home again. If you do, you'll find it smells like Cigars, money is missing off the dresser, and your mom is yelling that somebody just grabbed her ass before pissing in the fridge and running out the back door.
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