The free membership dies tomorrow. It was nice to catch up with the couple of girls in my collection that appreciated getting back in touch.
Some girls don't seem to like the idea of people downloading photos of their naked selves to look at whenever they want. I find it odd that they either never considered the possibility, or that they're still providing free content for this website a la member review. Is oxymoronical a word? It sounds kinda cool.
On the other hand, I hadn't looked at the photos I had already downloaded (the last time I left) as much as I thought. I miss the old - original? - faces. Claudia was just so damn lickable. But girls grow up, leave home, get married and/or pregnant... time ruins everything. I guess it's a case of merely wanting what you can't have.
Coming back to SG was like trying out the Star Wars Galaxies emulation: a twinge of pleasant nostalgia, but lacking any decent entertainment. There's not much point in going back if you can't go back.
I'll miss AnnaLee's blogs the most. Better go watch that video again while I can...
Buh-bye.
Some girls don't seem to like the idea of people downloading photos of their naked selves to look at whenever they want. I find it odd that they either never considered the possibility, or that they're still providing free content for this website a la member review. Is oxymoronical a word? It sounds kinda cool.
On the other hand, I hadn't looked at the photos I had already downloaded (the last time I left) as much as I thought. I miss the old - original? - faces. Claudia was just so damn lickable. But girls grow up, leave home, get married and/or pregnant... time ruins everything. I guess it's a case of merely wanting what you can't have.
Coming back to SG was like trying out the Star Wars Galaxies emulation: a twinge of pleasant nostalgia, but lacking any decent entertainment. There's not much point in going back if you can't go back.
I'll miss AnnaLee's blogs the most. Better go watch that video again while I can...
Buh-bye.
A long time ago I was given a set of runes and a book about them. There's no actual casting involved, at least not the way I do it; I just pull them out of the bag at random. It's not like the tarot, telling the future... it's like looking into a mirror. You ask a question, and your reflection answers back.
I hadn't touched the bag in years, but I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to have a go. Once I got most of the dust off the bag, I emptied it and picked up all the runes in my cupped hands. Maybe I was retuning after going so long without playing, maybe I just like the sound and feel of these little stone tablets. Then back in the bag they went.
I focused as well as I could for someone who couldn't sleep, and drew five runes.
Current situation: Isa. Standstill, withdrawal, ice... the winter of one's spiritual life. That has certainly been me since I got over my mother's death. I've been pretty solitary since then, even people who live in the same town don't expect to see more more than two or three times a year. Out of touch with life, that's what I am.
Challenge: Teiwaz, reversed. The rune of the warrior, standing on its head. I guess the horns in those viking helmets were good for something after all. Testing the self, patience. Reversed is a warning against hasty action, matters of trust and confidence, examining motives... am I lusting after outcomes or focused on the task for its own sake? Hm, what if it's both?
Course of action: Sowelu. Wholeness, life force, sun energy. Self-realisation, or at least finding my center, my balance. I guess it's true that I've only done that in regards to sanity, but it WAS rather important at the time. Let the light into a secret part of my life, hmm... I am possibly potentially evil! Or at least perverted. The lesbian incest fetish speaks for itself, though to be honest I've hardly kept THAT a secret.
Sacrifice: Laguz, reversed. Water, the ebb and flow of emotions and relationships. Reversed, it's a warning against reaching beyond your means, a failure to draw upon the wisdom of instinct. My intuition is off-balance. The first thing that comes to mind is, "Become a Vulcan," but that's probably not it. My strongest relationship right now is with my computer, or the internet. I know I should spend less time in front of the computer. Couldn't I just quit the porn?
New situation: Nauthiz, reversed. Constraint, necessity, pain... definite consequences for quitting porn. I'd have to start going out and getting laid, risk falling in love and so on. Judging by my track record so far, there will definitely be pain, but orgasms are indeed a necessity. Perhaps I should show constraint in regard to who I share them with. Ugh, I'd have to start socialising again. Jerking off to porn is safer!
Which is probably the point. I haven't had much of a life in the past decade or so. I used to blame it on losing the one person I could remotely trust, but after this long... I've been avoiding high places so I don't get that urge to jump. I never got my driving license back because I didn't want to repeat the realisation that one small twist of the wheel into incoming traffic is all it would take. I've been socialising on the internet because it's easier and safer then going out there and dealing with people face to face. That's what I've been doing with every aspect of my life. I know my mind has suffered as a consequence, I guess my spirit has too.
I guess I knew this stuff already. I just needed to do something that would rub it in my face. But will smelling it change anything?
I hadn't touched the bag in years, but I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to have a go. Once I got most of the dust off the bag, I emptied it and picked up all the runes in my cupped hands. Maybe I was retuning after going so long without playing, maybe I just like the sound and feel of these little stone tablets. Then back in the bag they went.
I focused as well as I could for someone who couldn't sleep, and drew five runes.
Current situation: Isa. Standstill, withdrawal, ice... the winter of one's spiritual life. That has certainly been me since I got over my mother's death. I've been pretty solitary since then, even people who live in the same town don't expect to see more more than two or three times a year. Out of touch with life, that's what I am.
Challenge: Teiwaz, reversed. The rune of the warrior, standing on its head. I guess the horns in those viking helmets were good for something after all. Testing the self, patience. Reversed is a warning against hasty action, matters of trust and confidence, examining motives... am I lusting after outcomes or focused on the task for its own sake? Hm, what if it's both?
Course of action: Sowelu. Wholeness, life force, sun energy. Self-realisation, or at least finding my center, my balance. I guess it's true that I've only done that in regards to sanity, but it WAS rather important at the time. Let the light into a secret part of my life, hmm... I am possibly potentially evil! Or at least perverted. The lesbian incest fetish speaks for itself, though to be honest I've hardly kept THAT a secret.
Sacrifice: Laguz, reversed. Water, the ebb and flow of emotions and relationships. Reversed, it's a warning against reaching beyond your means, a failure to draw upon the wisdom of instinct. My intuition is off-balance. The first thing that comes to mind is, "Become a Vulcan," but that's probably not it. My strongest relationship right now is with my computer, or the internet. I know I should spend less time in front of the computer. Couldn't I just quit the porn?
New situation: Nauthiz, reversed. Constraint, necessity, pain... definite consequences for quitting porn. I'd have to start going out and getting laid, risk falling in love and so on. Judging by my track record so far, there will definitely be pain, but orgasms are indeed a necessity. Perhaps I should show constraint in regard to who I share them with. Ugh, I'd have to start socialising again. Jerking off to porn is safer!
Which is probably the point. I haven't had much of a life in the past decade or so. I used to blame it on losing the one person I could remotely trust, but after this long... I've been avoiding high places so I don't get that urge to jump. I never got my driving license back because I didn't want to repeat the realisation that one small twist of the wheel into incoming traffic is all it would take. I've been socialising on the internet because it's easier and safer then going out there and dealing with people face to face. That's what I've been doing with every aspect of my life. I know my mind has suffered as a consequence, I guess my spirit has too.
I guess I knew this stuff already. I just needed to do something that would rub it in my face. But will smelling it change anything?
So, yeah... after checking up on the girls I remembered liking while I was here, I've just started popping in to check the "MY SG" thing after visiting facebook... which I do too often anyway. At least I don't waste time with all those pointless apps. It's like getting more spam from your friends than noteworthy news. No, wait, that's not what it's like. That's what it is.
Besides finally figuring out how to use Sony Vegas (by using it to put together a long-overdue WoW guild recruitment video), I've been gardening. By that I mean I dug stuff up and chopped the roots of big things I wanted gone, then started taking fallen fence parts apart, and sawing and sorting them into two piles, one with metal bits in, the other destined to meet the interiors of my green bins.
Had a small mishap with a rusty nail. Turns out it didn't just go under the thumbnail, it punched through the tip of my thumb before tearing one side of the nail loose. There wasn't much blood, but it was more of my own blood than I've seen in years. I did what I did the last time I injured this thumb: sitting, sweating and hyperventilating.
Slicing the heel of my thumb open with a rebellious saw was more fun, or at least less bloody, and it left an interesting scar. You can almost see how there was one strand of flesh in the middle, attatched to one side of the wound at one end, attatched to the other side at the other end. It was... what was the word at the time... gnarly?
Anyway, I'm still a lunatic so I still go nocturnal under the waxing moon. This week's gardening has been cancelled.
Liking the new Doctor Who so far, though I suspect The Crack is a symptom of retconning all the crap Davies did that Moffat wants to be rid of... which is probably a good thing. Humanity just isn't ready to face the existence of alien life, even when it isn't hostile. I especially like how the Daleks are no longer extinct... except for these ones... and those ones... and the other ones... and that last one which brought a whole lot of its friends back with it. I might even have gone along with the reason they wrote for returning to the retro look, except one of them is... orange. Never mind the yellow and blue ones. Orange.
I don't care how big or homicidal it is, an orange pepperpot just isn't scary. I know I was disappointed that Davros' Daleks had the same bronze colour as the renegades, but this just seems wrong.
I'd go See Iron Man 2 this Friday night if I wasn't already planning to watch a showcase at the Salsa club.
Yes, I still have the panda.
Besides finally figuring out how to use Sony Vegas (by using it to put together a long-overdue WoW guild recruitment video), I've been gardening. By that I mean I dug stuff up and chopped the roots of big things I wanted gone, then started taking fallen fence parts apart, and sawing and sorting them into two piles, one with metal bits in, the other destined to meet the interiors of my green bins.
Had a small mishap with a rusty nail. Turns out it didn't just go under the thumbnail, it punched through the tip of my thumb before tearing one side of the nail loose. There wasn't much blood, but it was more of my own blood than I've seen in years. I did what I did the last time I injured this thumb: sitting, sweating and hyperventilating.
Slicing the heel of my thumb open with a rebellious saw was more fun, or at least less bloody, and it left an interesting scar. You can almost see how there was one strand of flesh in the middle, attatched to one side of the wound at one end, attatched to the other side at the other end. It was... what was the word at the time... gnarly?
Anyway, I'm still a lunatic so I still go nocturnal under the waxing moon. This week's gardening has been cancelled.
Liking the new Doctor Who so far, though I suspect The Crack is a symptom of retconning all the crap Davies did that Moffat wants to be rid of... which is probably a good thing. Humanity just isn't ready to face the existence of alien life, even when it isn't hostile. I especially like how the Daleks are no longer extinct... except for these ones... and those ones... and the other ones... and that last one which brought a whole lot of its friends back with it. I might even have gone along with the reason they wrote for returning to the retro look, except one of them is... orange. Never mind the yellow and blue ones. Orange.
I don't care how big or homicidal it is, an orange pepperpot just isn't scary. I know I was disappointed that Davros' Daleks had the same bronze colour as the renegades, but this just seems wrong.
I'd go See Iron Man 2 this Friday night if I wasn't already planning to watch a showcase at the Salsa club.
Yes, I still have the panda.
A feline visitor that prompted another camcorder experiment. Wish I knew why youtube didn't widescreen it.
Finished my Mass Effect 2 playlist. Only to be viewed if you have already, or will never, play the game.
Linny Effect 2
Having a few hours to spare helps, too.
Linny Effect 2
Having a few hours to spare helps, too.
It has recently been proven, once again, that I get attracted to the wrong kind of girl in Real Life. For all I know it's true over the internet as well, but with that safety net between computer screens it's usually harder to tell. Jerking off to porn again. Stoya is my new favourite, the last being Rebecca Lord. It's been a while.
Maybe I should do another Trahern's Table. Not like Dierdre's been doing her Desk one, and her membership has been constant by comparison. But youtube might object to boobies and buttocks in the background. On a related note, maybe I want to buy a couple more prints.
What I will regret most about my free membership expiring is losing access to the video of AnnaLee failing to take off her shirt without her hairclip getting caught in it. It's hot, even though she never gets as far as topless. It's like seeing someone's hand moving under the fabric of a girl's skirt without being able to actually see under the skirt...
Currently filming Mass Effect 2 and putting it on youtube for a Swedish big-breasted bisexual blonde called Linny. In the middle of Mordin's loyalty quest right now. It will help when I start planning for the dvd version, which will have Portuguese subtitles for the relatives down there who don't have time to waste on computer games. Mass Effect was the first game story I ever wanted to share, but I'm trying it out with Assassin's Creed first, learning from the experience. Also, AC1 is so much shorter than ME1.
Translation can be tricky. It makes me worry about the Bible, which I have enough issues with already. I still consider myself agnostic though. It wouldn't surprise me if there was or was not a god, but I'm fairly certain that if hell exists, it's not a place full of fire and torture and lost souls. It's a place of nothing but darkness - or the lack of His light, or something - and it's just for demons. Assuming there are fallen angels in the first place. Frankly I think the Bible-thumpers borrowed heavily from the Far East when it comes to afterlife punishment.
...See, this is what happens once I get going. I fucking write. I wish I could muster the energy to just make a start whenever I feel like it.
Oh. It's gone now.
Maybe I should do another Trahern's Table. Not like Dierdre's been doing her Desk one, and her membership has been constant by comparison. But youtube might object to boobies and buttocks in the background. On a related note, maybe I want to buy a couple more prints.
What I will regret most about my free membership expiring is losing access to the video of AnnaLee failing to take off her shirt without her hairclip getting caught in it. It's hot, even though she never gets as far as topless. It's like seeing someone's hand moving under the fabric of a girl's skirt without being able to actually see under the skirt...
Currently filming Mass Effect 2 and putting it on youtube for a Swedish big-breasted bisexual blonde called Linny. In the middle of Mordin's loyalty quest right now. It will help when I start planning for the dvd version, which will have Portuguese subtitles for the relatives down there who don't have time to waste on computer games. Mass Effect was the first game story I ever wanted to share, but I'm trying it out with Assassin's Creed first, learning from the experience. Also, AC1 is so much shorter than ME1.
Translation can be tricky. It makes me worry about the Bible, which I have enough issues with already. I still consider myself agnostic though. It wouldn't surprise me if there was or was not a god, but I'm fairly certain that if hell exists, it's not a place full of fire and torture and lost souls. It's a place of nothing but darkness - or the lack of His light, or something - and it's just for demons. Assuming there are fallen angels in the first place. Frankly I think the Bible-thumpers borrowed heavily from the Far East when it comes to afterlife punishment.
...See, this is what happens once I get going. I fucking write. I wish I could muster the energy to just make a start whenever I feel like it.
Oh. It's gone now.
Has it been a month since I got this free season, or two? I really should save those sets to hard drive before it's too late, like last time... but mostly I'm just glad to see Charm's sets that I had missed.
I've commented and/or messaged the few girls I wanted to catch up with, but it all seems to have petered out now, even with those who answered. Girls on facebook have so many friends on their lists it seems like so much bullshit; is that just me? Perhaps it's simply a case of being easier than "acquaintance list" just as it's easier to think of SG as a business instead of being something that started off great and went downhill from there.
In years past there was a girl I wanted to photograph, and I pointed her at this site, at Lithium Picnic's work in particular. She responded by groping her fellow barmaid before complaining about the fact that I wanted her naked (I was surprised that she was surprised by that). Now, that bar is gone, the girl is gone, SG is just a business... it all seems a bit of a shame. She had pale, flawless skin that I assumed was the same all over. She would have been great in black and white. *sigh*
Come to think of it, she was my last visual muse. Haven't done much photography since then, even when I got the digital SLR. Even when I went down to Portugal last year. My heart just hasn't been in it anymore. Thought that meant another bout of writing before I find my next craze, but I seem to be merely drifting. I guess I really am a professional slacker, now.
I've commented and/or messaged the few girls I wanted to catch up with, but it all seems to have petered out now, even with those who answered. Girls on facebook have so many friends on their lists it seems like so much bullshit; is that just me? Perhaps it's simply a case of being easier than "acquaintance list" just as it's easier to think of SG as a business instead of being something that started off great and went downhill from there.
In years past there was a girl I wanted to photograph, and I pointed her at this site, at Lithium Picnic's work in particular. She responded by groping her fellow barmaid before complaining about the fact that I wanted her naked (I was surprised that she was surprised by that). Now, that bar is gone, the girl is gone, SG is just a business... it all seems a bit of a shame. She had pale, flawless skin that I assumed was the same all over. She would have been great in black and white. *sigh*
Come to think of it, she was my last visual muse. Haven't done much photography since then, even when I got the digital SLR. Even when I went down to Portugal last year. My heart just hasn't been in it anymore. Thought that meant another bout of writing before I find my next craze, but I seem to be merely drifting. I guess I really am a professional slacker, now.
First, watch this:
Now let's parody it with something that came to me as I woke up this morning:
Hello ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me; but if he stopped lapping your pussy and curled his tongue around your clit, he could go down on you like he's me.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a leather couch, with the man your man could go down on you like. What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It's my pocketwatch. *opens watch* It's almost time for us to go to that thing you love. Look again. The watch is now a buttplug!
Anything is possible when your man goes down on you like me. I'm wearing no pants. *cue wolf whistle and "Cunnilingus" title, perhaps with an odd look at the buttplug at the very last second*
Now watch this:
*is rocking slightly as if riding a horse, but is still on the couch* Did you know that women prefer men who know how to go down on them a bajillion times more than men who just lap at their pussies?
*camera pulls back just far enough to prove the lack of pants* Did you know that I'm sitting on the buttplug?
...Aaah. *cue wolf whistle and "Anal Stimulation" title*
There's a lack of special effects in my version because, as I was waking up and having these ideas, I was imagining myself doing these parodies for youtube. But I might want to say girls instead of women. Most of the women I know prefer to be called girls.
Credit to Morgan for exposing me to the first vid.
Now let's parody it with something that came to me as I woke up this morning:
Hello ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me; but if he stopped lapping your pussy and curled his tongue around your clit, he could go down on you like he's me.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a leather couch, with the man your man could go down on you like. What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It's my pocketwatch. *opens watch* It's almost time for us to go to that thing you love. Look again. The watch is now a buttplug!
Anything is possible when your man goes down on you like me. I'm wearing no pants. *cue wolf whistle and "Cunnilingus" title, perhaps with an odd look at the buttplug at the very last second*
Now watch this:
*is rocking slightly as if riding a horse, but is still on the couch* Did you know that women prefer men who know how to go down on them a bajillion times more than men who just lap at their pussies?
*camera pulls back just far enough to prove the lack of pants* Did you know that I'm sitting on the buttplug?
...Aaah. *cue wolf whistle and "Anal Stimulation" title*
There's a lack of special effects in my version because, as I was waking up and having these ideas, I was imagining myself doing these parodies for youtube. But I might want to say girls instead of women. Most of the women I know prefer to be called girls.
Credit to Morgan for exposing me to the first vid.
Wheee! Vodka!
Um, what the smeg was I going to say?
Hello, SGs that haven't noticed I'm back yet for three months! Whoo, I get to see you naked all over again!
Yarr...
Oh gods, why did I decide to go through with this...
Oh yeah. Missed talkin' to girls I've seen naked.
I invite you to virtual molestation and literal facebook adding!
Perhaps I'll round things off with a little wine.
Um, what the smeg was I going to say?
Hello, SGs that haven't noticed I'm back yet for three months! Whoo, I get to see you naked all over again!
Yarr...
Oh gods, why did I decide to go through with this...
Oh yeah. Missed talkin' to girls I've seen naked.
I invite you to virtual molestation and literal facebook adding!
Perhaps I'll round things off with a little wine.
I was going to review Mass Effect 2, but that would involve thinking about it without actually playing it. Apparently I'm not quite ready for that.
So I'm going to talk about Aliens vs Predator instead.
For those not nerdy enough to know, AvP started out as a comic. In 1989, Dark Horse employees gathered to come up with some new ideas. They considered pairing up two different characters, then moved on to setting them against each other instead. Suggestions were getting increasingly silly (Roachmill vs Flaming Carrot) when a guy called Chris said, "Aliens vs Predator." Within minutes the publisher was on the phone to Fox to talk about licensing issues.
The comic was a great success. When Predator 2 came out, those who noticed it raved about the xenomorph skull among the trophies in the final confrontation scene. I think a new AvP comic came out every once in a while for several years thereafter.
Two AvP games came out for the PC in '99 and 2001; you could play as an alien, colonial marine or predator, and in the second game their stories were related, happening more or less at the same place and time. AvP2 also had multiplayer. I still remember when I was playing as an alien, I leapt halfway across the map and landed on a marine. He went splat. Body parts everywhere. For someone who typically sucks at first person shooter type combat, this was a golden moment.
I guess the poor expansion for AvP2 put an end to things until those godsawful movies... alright, yes, I own the first one on dvd because... well. As Scott Kurtz once wrote, the movie was half an hour of awesome wrapped in an hour of suck. To be honest I expected this going in, as the Hollywood of the 21st century has already become well known for taking a good idea and turning it into diarrhetic shit. I'm not talking about game-to-movie adaptations, Uwe Boll has the monopoly on that. I mean anything-to-movie adaptations. How many saw the English miniseries Ultraviolet? How many saw the Hollywood movie? How the hell did something so good get turned into another sucky Milla Jovovich movie? It's so bad, noone's even sharing it on Limewire!
So instead of setting the movie in the future where it belongs, it's in the present day, so we can "relate" to the humans. But to relate to anyone, we have to care about them. I'd be surprised if anyone did. Sure, the condom gun comparison was amusing, but we already know that whoever's carrying is gonna be target practice for the preds, and everyone else is gonna be eaten or facehugged by bugs. Any humans in an AvP story are there solely to provide a human perspective on the epic battle between the other two. How is anyone armed with anything less than a pulse rifle supposed to survive?
They even took the pussy out of the pred's face.
I guess there are too many of us AvP fans out there, because apparently the movie did well enough to provoke a sequel. This time bugs end up in Small Town, USA and a pred drops in to clean up the mess. The first movie had already been liberal with "artistic licence." This time they went all out and had the predalien vomit bug embryos into pregnant women just so there'd be enough of them to last the whole crappy movie.
So now a third AvP game is out. Not a movie spinoff, those never count. Something resembling the first two games. Unfortunately, the resemblance is disappointing, since those games were made ten years ago. The graphics don't seem to have improved much. Oh, there are very particular improvements in the gameplay, but sometimes even these ruin immersion.
I'll cite a specific example. This is the first AvP where the player can make use of a pred's ability at voice mimicry from the movies. Except in the game, the pred is throwing his voice, and he's doing it with a couple of stock phrases; and "Come on out, motherfucker," is not something you expect a marine to reply to with "Okay, I'm coming." Never mind the fact that the plasmacaster no longer sounds like it should, or the Wolverine ripoff with the wristblades. It also seems you can only use that collapsable spear as a javelin now.
The bug campaign was shortchanged, and you didn't used to have to press a button to climb into a ventilation shaft. Most of the love went into the colonial marine, with liberal amounts of Lance Henriksen's voice thrown in for the sake of continuity... and when I realised it was intended as continuity with the recent crappy movies... imagine someone throwing up as you kiss them. That's pretty much how it translates from Nerdish.
So I'm going to talk about Aliens vs Predator instead.
For those not nerdy enough to know, AvP started out as a comic. In 1989, Dark Horse employees gathered to come up with some new ideas. They considered pairing up two different characters, then moved on to setting them against each other instead. Suggestions were getting increasingly silly (Roachmill vs Flaming Carrot) when a guy called Chris said, "Aliens vs Predator." Within minutes the publisher was on the phone to Fox to talk about licensing issues.
The comic was a great success. When Predator 2 came out, those who noticed it raved about the xenomorph skull among the trophies in the final confrontation scene. I think a new AvP comic came out every once in a while for several years thereafter.
Two AvP games came out for the PC in '99 and 2001; you could play as an alien, colonial marine or predator, and in the second game their stories were related, happening more or less at the same place and time. AvP2 also had multiplayer. I still remember when I was playing as an alien, I leapt halfway across the map and landed on a marine. He went splat. Body parts everywhere. For someone who typically sucks at first person shooter type combat, this was a golden moment.
I guess the poor expansion for AvP2 put an end to things until those godsawful movies... alright, yes, I own the first one on dvd because... well. As Scott Kurtz once wrote, the movie was half an hour of awesome wrapped in an hour of suck. To be honest I expected this going in, as the Hollywood of the 21st century has already become well known for taking a good idea and turning it into diarrhetic shit. I'm not talking about game-to-movie adaptations, Uwe Boll has the monopoly on that. I mean anything-to-movie adaptations. How many saw the English miniseries Ultraviolet? How many saw the Hollywood movie? How the hell did something so good get turned into another sucky Milla Jovovich movie? It's so bad, noone's even sharing it on Limewire!
So instead of setting the movie in the future where it belongs, it's in the present day, so we can "relate" to the humans. But to relate to anyone, we have to care about them. I'd be surprised if anyone did. Sure, the condom gun comparison was amusing, but we already know that whoever's carrying is gonna be target practice for the preds, and everyone else is gonna be eaten or facehugged by bugs. Any humans in an AvP story are there solely to provide a human perspective on the epic battle between the other two. How is anyone armed with anything less than a pulse rifle supposed to survive?
They even took the pussy out of the pred's face.
I guess there are too many of us AvP fans out there, because apparently the movie did well enough to provoke a sequel. This time bugs end up in Small Town, USA and a pred drops in to clean up the mess. The first movie had already been liberal with "artistic licence." This time they went all out and had the predalien vomit bug embryos into pregnant women just so there'd be enough of them to last the whole crappy movie.
So now a third AvP game is out. Not a movie spinoff, those never count. Something resembling the first two games. Unfortunately, the resemblance is disappointing, since those games were made ten years ago. The graphics don't seem to have improved much. Oh, there are very particular improvements in the gameplay, but sometimes even these ruin immersion.
I'll cite a specific example. This is the first AvP where the player can make use of a pred's ability at voice mimicry from the movies. Except in the game, the pred is throwing his voice, and he's doing it with a couple of stock phrases; and "Come on out, motherfucker," is not something you expect a marine to reply to with "Okay, I'm coming." Never mind the fact that the plasmacaster no longer sounds like it should, or the Wolverine ripoff with the wristblades. It also seems you can only use that collapsable spear as a javelin now.
The bug campaign was shortchanged, and you didn't used to have to press a button to climb into a ventilation shaft. Most of the love went into the colonial marine, with liberal amounts of Lance Henriksen's voice thrown in for the sake of continuity... and when I realised it was intended as continuity with the recent crappy movies... imagine someone throwing up as you kiss them. That's pretty much how it translates from Nerdish.
