It’s a new Whitless Letter! And I have to say, I am pleased with my efforts and am ever impressed with the skills of the Video Ninja.
I do love the Walking Dead series. I really do. It’s a riveting and brutal story with some of the best writing I’ve seen in a video game. But I would be remiss if I didn’t bring up the rising death toll.
From what I’ve been told, this is a pretty common thing for the Walking Dead whether it be the video game, the tv series or the comic. And it makes sense in a survival story. But MAN between this and the Last of Us my soul has been put through the figurative wringer.
I suppose it’s a plus that there are characters in this game that are likeable enough that I’m actually sorry that they die. But I really and truly am worried for the fate of my dear Clementine. She is one of the most awesome child characters out there and I hope to all the powers that be that Telltale gives her SOME sort of happy ending. It could even be a melancholy ending with a tinge of happiness! But she deserves SOMETHING after what she’s been put through these games. something? Anything?
…I need to play some Stanley Parable to learn to laugh again…
And I would say more, but I’m off to a cottage! Train time!
Something interesting has been happening in video games lately.
Escort missions have become interesting and fun.
You remember escort missions, right? In which you’re tasked with protecting some poor, helpless character for a level or, heaven forbid, the entire game? Sometimes they’re meant to be a sidekick who is supposed to aid you in the game but has clearly grown up with a very different definition of “aid”.