There's something I've been thinking about as I've been driving around in Grand Theft Auto V. I've had similar thoughts as I've both read and watched the Walking Dead, and it's something that may take me out of the experience of this game.
Why aren't I running out of gas? Why am I able to drive from one point far in the northern part of the map to one part in the southern part of the map without me running out of gas? Why is it that only other cars, people, traffic lights, houses, and other physical impediments preventing me from driving around at will?
Perhaps it is that I drive a big fucking SUV that makes me think of this. I mean my car sucks down gasoline like an alcoholic sucks down booze. Yes, having to stop and get gas would be a detriment to the video game experience, but why not make it a part of the video game experience? If we are striving for realism in games, why not go for all of reality, including the parts we do not like?
I also like this part of the reality that is in the game. :)
Take your normal superhero origin story. Guy gets powers, guy realizes he has powers, guy goes out to save the world. Now factor this in: the guy has a score to settle.
Everybody wonders what it is that makes them who they are. The Hawk thought that question was securely answered. However a meeting with a boy in a hospital causes him to question everything. Why he is, who he is, what he is, and even if he is.
Eleven years after the events of Consequences Of Mayorust, The Hawk finds himself dealing with many of the same issues that many of us deal with: A less than satisfying job, co-workers of variant annoyance, and a romantic life is unhealthy at best. Thrust into all this is Madison Medina, a well meaning woman who's adversarial relationship with The Hawk morphs into a kind of friendship. Madison, in addition to learning more about herself and her abilities, help to reveal deeper problems inside the organization both she and The Hawk work for.
In every workplace there is a person. A person who doesn't talk to anyone, has walled themselves socially, and seems openly hostile to everyone. Every workplace has this person, even if you don't know of such a person, they're there. The Black Robin Christmas Carol is the story of one of these people. It delves into who this person is, why this person is, and how this person can change for the better.
There is a story. A story of pain, a story of loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's proper attention. Some are ignoring this story. Some are unaware of this story. Some know of this story but are complicit in it's darkness. This is a story that must be told. Told so that the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it.
When I thought up thig blog, the name I first thought up was "Random Bullshit". Quickly I recognized that this name would put some people off. Then I thought of the name "Random Bull****". That seemed to be to much clutter. Then I was inspired with the name that dons this blog today.
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