In a far future of the past, a man walks across the platform of a darkened auditorium. Having cleared the Veteran's Hall of its mutated inhabitants, this man decides to give the speech he was supposed to centuries ago. He steps behind the podium. "War. War never changes." The scars across this man's face tell that war is something he knows well. He helped liberate Anchorage, and watched the Great War erase his world with a mushroom cloud.
During Christmas, my app stores (Steam, GOG) have insane sales. These sales are so big that you'd be forgiven for thinking they were going out of business. I'm not sure if I've mentioned my DLC policy, but here it is: I only buy DLC on sale, and only for games I've played and liked. These were on sale, and so were the Fallout 4 ones. I got them all. Fallout 4 will be my next RPG reviewed.
Even though winter is a mostly no show right now, I still stayed indoors. I got the paid DLC for Witcher 3. I decided to have another strategy break, before heading into more labryinthine open world role playing. I wanted to take a retro trip with this, so I flipped the switch (several times) on Twentieth Century.
This review has been a long time in coming. That makes sense, because this nicely concludes a story that began to be told almost two decades ago. Like the last review, I wanted this one some time bounce around my head, and it also feels like yanking off a stubborn band aid. I marathoned this series from its beginnings on the Twentieth Century through to the end of this. And to meditate on it even more, I did it again!
I was doubtful that I would finish this before Halloween, but here we are. This game isn't remotely as scary or Satanic, but still features lots of monsters, and monstrous people.
Oh look, an old game that's appropriate for Halloween!
Some things have been happening in my life. Good things. Deal with it. Listen to my podcast: I drop a lot of goings on there. I'll probably make a "State of the" post at some point.