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It 's very rare that I can finish a game. When I do I feel fully realized. I have more 'or less the same feeling of "mission accomplished" when I finish a book. Usually the games that I can complete my remaining inside, good memories to pull out every now and then.

The last on the list, actually not very long, you Shadow of the Colossus.
A premise: I have some personal connection fixed monsters and size.
I love, I love creatures great indeed. More than a monster is great and more 'I'm happy. When I speak of a new game, or when I read, the first thing I'm going to look for is if there are monsters BIG .
Size matters much to me. And another fixed
I have is that of water. A monster GRANDE WATER for me is the rapture. "Surface" despite being far from my favorite show, was centered in the middle of my needs.
I fell in love with Asheron's Call 2 when I saw a screenshot with a giant high five times a character.
The only thing that struck me Tomb Raider was the huge dragon that if I'm not mistaken it was the end of the second or third chapter.
When I saw the Dragons Everquest I almost feel that playing a couple of months to get the SNE game was not time wasted. The first time

I happened to see the trailer for Shadow of the Colossus went immediately to the pre-ordained. It did not disappoint me when he arrived, not at all '. Not finished jet, but I faced him at intervals.
The first period was one of astonishment: the new mechanics, graphics, awesome, the dark history.
The second period was that of the challenge: the difficulty of the Colossi, the unraveling of the plot, the boundless world.
The third interval, of the conclusion: the need to know the resolution of the story, along with that feeling of "Impending Doom" which marks the last parts of the game.

arrived last Colossus convinced that once again nipponiche productions were able to blend interactive stories, games and sensations.
Without going into detail about the plot and the resolution of the dispute, the thing that is more 'left over to Wanderer, the protagonist, who calls the horse Argo with her strange voice, are endless meadows. The desolation of green grass is completely empty, with only some small animal that flees at the approach of the rider. In the game there is nobody, except the hero, his horse, the Colossi opponents and the corpse of a beautiful young girl. It breathes peace and solitude. A rare calm. I thought those endless meadows. The deserts, rivers, lakes. Despite the infamous fate, I envied the Wanderer, caught in a cursed land and yet free. Only yet always accompanied by his horse. With a clear mission and painful. What a romantic.

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'm here to talk without having the course requirements, mainly for games, hobbies that cultivate the tender age of 9 years, when a beautiful home that I still remember with amazing clarity, I woke up in the bedroom that Then I shared with my mother and my aunt, to find a box under the tree, with predominantly blue, which contained my best friend, a brand new Intellivision. It was 1983 (although this date is the subject of careful analysis and approfondinta between me and Falconer, with whom he seems to share christmas gift for that year as well as many other things) and I that morning of December 25, I was a kid really happy.

I found this game online so late. The most 'biggest obstacle was the fact that I did not have any money and play online in the past it cost a lot for what I could afford. Moreover, a certain distrust with the little practice with the medium (I remember with great pleasure and satisfaction when it bought a 14,400 modem back in 1996, I managed to install it on its own after a few days of attempts - then there was no Internet to assist free to all) kept me away from online games to about 2002.
The first game I made in my Last Great Love: Warcraft3. Equipped with a mighty 56.6k defied the falconer and Persek in a match to the death. I remember that while the screen is loaded I shook hands, and that as soon as I stood by my acolytes next to the Necropolis had a real dizzy, shortness of breath and pain in the temples. The fact of being there LIVE and challenge two of my friends was not something I was prepared. The most that I happened to Duke Nukem Deathmatch was in office. Completely different story. For the record the massive TowerNoob Persek got the better of both.

say that I was struck is an understatement. Fastweb time after arrival, and then Everquest, then everyone else.
course I play World of Warcraft.
I have a blood relationship with Blizzard. One company that got Warcraft 1, 2 and above 3 and Diablo 1 and 2 above, can not 'not to be my favorite. The hours spent playing WC3 and D2 could have brought me to a degree in Computer Engineering (magari. ..). I therefore approached WOW with expectations. I have to say were fully reciprocated in the first month of play. What then is transformed into VanillaMMORPG is now known by all. When I read that Nicholas' Amman play WoW and made it a boast or QV voice actors and his friends had a guild (a guild of voice actors: I have always wondered what could be combined on TeamSpeak. Deniro apostrophizes that Nicole Kidman: CAST THIS SHIT CARE !!!!) I realized the scope of the operation on Crushridge economic and also the beautiful history of the MMORPG game was really over caste.

I managed to take my warrior to 60 even though the maximum level of the end game that I experienced was being in the teamspeak channel for my guild while doing the raid Molten Core, and I was playing Guild Wars for facts mine.

I wondered what had failed in WOW with me, since that seems to understand clearly WOW sucks and all have failed with almost anyone we've played. Even in-game (I have recently renewed their subscription to see the Burning Crusade expansion), people are disappointed, Scazzi, one might say "but who do you do it to play" (and seen the prices on ebay add: "May I have your stuff? ").
I then attempted to psychoanalyze my position than him, WOW, I watched poor (poor WOW?) from a corner of my house. And after watching so I understand.
not WOW has failed. It 's the MMORPG that has failed me.

Let me explain the idea of MMORPG stride, not so much with my game idea, what with my enjoyment. To be happy I should play 8 hours a day. But having a life. a wife, a job etc.. I do not want and I can not spend more 'of sporadic hours per week. That is totally useless. The MMORPG requires a fusion of the body, full dedication I do not say but certainly committed a constancy (which I do not have anything in) and a set of social characteristics that I do not even match a bit '.

Just a casual gamer even worse: a casual gamer with pro aspirations (as indeed I have aspirations geek). And so I will 'always unsatisfied.

There's just something that fills me with satisfaction with massive online games, delete account. I agree and gate time. The idea to stop and then again to stop and then I create a pleasant coitus interruptus, an extension of unparalleled pleasure. In this at least, the successful MMORPG!

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At first

Pretending To Be A Geek.
"Pretending" because, unfortunately, neither are.
do not know other people who dreamed of 12 years of wearing glasses, but I do.
When someone hands on that VIC20, what I wanted to bring out the most 'of disconnected phrases and syntax error. Yet this was what he stubbornly ridava me back. A nothing worth my attempts to communicate with him trying to forrmulare complete sentences like "soccer game in Rome against Lazio." I was young and foolish, but the weather has brought me great wisdom.
still the heavy books of Visual Basic, Java and C + + lying lifeless and covered with dust on a shelf in plain sight of the house. I am filled with envy when I read about those guys who design software, develop programs, create games, or simply have made the special software to calculate the PF while playing a role.
not belong to that world and yet I'd love to. As a form of term life in a limbo that puts me in the "normal" and yet even in the Geek-dom, hobbles, showing a complacency that I have when I'm talking with colleagues in the office, pretending to an understanding of the complex dynamics that move a packet data via TCP-IP. I pretend when I decant the consultant the state of the router and the degree of progress of the VPN or when the manager asks me to London details of the ports of our server. I pretend when the web service provider says I welcomed the best platform on which to build our website.
pretend, while wearing my shirt from ThinkGeek bought, and I would put myself on the eyes as those heavy glasses blacks, with adhesive tape that keeps them well-glued lenses.

order better to pretend I invented this space. Nothing less "geek" that sort of brought up to strength to blog template (and those who understand the complexity of the language with no formatting or HTML with CSS and some images not resized ????) because Photoshop is a dangerous tool and alien.

An area where a profusion of crap shoot, they can pretend between the thin walls of this house, to really be a Geek, you can proudly wear a t-shirt that says "No, I will not fix your computer" While they were talking on a chat (obviously via mIRC) of programming languages and processors.