Having played my first video game ever (Pitfall!), it seems an appropriate time to share my thoughts on the experience. Overall, as I stated in my previous blog entry, I enjoyed myself despite an inordinate amount of time spent kneeling before a certain chunky wooden obstruction. This situation might strike most people (and fantasy creatures as well) as improbable at best, but let me tell you that this game possessed several illogical premises. I shall not waste your time or mine by enumerating all of them; a few should suffice. In all my reading on geological phenomena (earthquakes, volcanism, etc.), I have yet to come across any mention of a fissure which has the audacity not only to open and immediately close, but to do this repeatedly, again and again--as if to taunt the poor, little running man. If you think that stretches credulity, just wait! As with all animals, no doubt scorpions come in many sizes. Perhaps they have even been recorded to extend the length of a human foot. That, in itself, would be remarkable. But here we have a scorpion easily ONE HALF the size of the man. Preposterous, I say! Furthermore, I suggest that had this creature been represented in a more realistic proportion to the player’s character, leaping over it would have been made a great deal easier. Indeed, as in life, one should be able to STEP over (or even upon) this malevolent invertebrate and continue upon one’s merry way. This was completely unrealistic and made me cry. Lastly, I will not mention the lunacy of swinging from a vine in order to cross a crocodile infested pool rather than simply walking around it. No, that would be folly enough. What follows is, let me assure you, a great deal more dubious. Now, I have no doubt, navigating a treacherous jungle would necessitate a great many extraordinary expediencies on the part of the traveler, but not to my worst enemy would I suggest this: traversing said pool of crocs by STEPPING ON THEIR HEADS. True, the initial croc could well be surprised (and even stunned immobile) that you have just stepped on his head. But his compatriots, especially if they skipped lunch, would be less concerned and set upon you in a trice. Once again, were I the little running man, I would most assuredly walk around the pool before I’d risk filling the bellies of those, apparently, lazy “let me open my mouth so you fall in” beasts.
Other than these quibbles, it was great, log infested fun! But I’m done kneeling for now.