You Don't Get "It"

To start: click play and listen to the tunes while reading. Then you will be in the appropriate "special place" for this post.




And today's post is about one thing: 

Castlevania: Harmony of Despair

Castlevania: Harmony of Despair is noteworthy because it is multiplayer and is a dungeon crawler, in a side-scrolling sort of way. Look, you have to grind is what I'm saying. And like anyone knows, giving a gamer a game with grinding (and alliteration) is like giving said gamer crack. In fact, if said grinding game is multiplayer, then it is even better than watching someone tweak out to schrooms. Probably. I've never seen it, but it doesn't take much imagination to imagine such a thing, amirite?

Crazy town

What makes this game studly, aside from playing with me and Bronx, is that people run around each map like crazy little chickens, yelling warnings and such...it's hysterical. Ask Sassy, she wishes she could hear more than just my portion of the conversation. Some examples of conversations that occur:

"Follow me through here, but don't hit that switch."

"Through where, I don't see you?"

"I'm wearing these wing shoes, they go faster than everything else. Just go up one and right through there. And don't hit that switch."

*hits switch*

"I SAID DON'T HIT THAT SWITCH!"

"Ah, sorry I died guys. I'm using Charlotte, what do you expect?"

(In this game, death hurts your team's time limit and ability to beat levels.)

"Ish, are you at the boss yet?"

"Is he that big guy who shoots lasers out of his ___?"

"Yeah, in the map's corner..."

"...yeah, I'm already there. I'm whacking at his little feet booties. He's, um, kinda killing me though."

"You were supposed to wait for us."

"Oops."

That being said, don't ever play your first time with Bronx, because he has these shoes that make him run faster than everyone, so following him around is exceedingly difficult.

So anyway, this is the game sweeping the household at the moment. Well, sweeping away moments of my free-time, in any event. But that's fine, Sassy was getting tired of me going through a book every two days. I was running low, which she figured impossible with so many books, but she doesn't even know. 

She's smart, she'll learn why record stores and bookstores are off-limits for me. (They really, really are.)