Posts Tagged ‘reloaded’


Ain’t That A Bitch: APB Reloaded

December 30, 2011

I was surfing the youtubes earlier today when I came across this video of people playing All Points Bulletin Reloaded.

I’d heard of APB a few months back, but I never managed to install it (Every time I tried, the client that the publisher uses froze harder than…something that freezes really hard). But now that it’s on Steam, I finally managed to get it on my computer. I’ve had it running for about forty five minutes now, but that’s not where the ATAB comes in.

First of all, the fuck is up with these unskippable scenes on startup? It’s not a game that you really need to know the backstory on; I don’t know why the game is so insistent that you care. Second and most frustrating, here is how my play experience went: I logged in, created a character, and then I waited. And waited. And waited some more. And then, while it was still loading the fucking game, I was logged off by the system for inactivity.

This would have been enough for an ATAB on its own, but it was soon after topped when I logged back in. Again, I waited, and waited, and then the screen flashed black and I thought, “Alright, something is going to happen.” It showed the same thing that I saw while loading…and then it started loading again. After about five more minutes of loading, the system logged me off for inactivity again.

Ain’t that a bitch?


‘Twas The Night Before Christmas (Worms: Reloaded review)

December 23, 2011

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a worm soldier was stirring, not even Lt. Krauss
The ammo sacks were hung by the fireplace with care
In hopes that exploding sheep soon would be there

The Privates were nestled all snug in their cots
While visions of petrol bombs danced in their thoughts
And I in my eye-shade and Cap in his cap
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap

When out by the walls there arose such a clatter
I sprang in my jetpack to see what was the matter
Away to the outpost I flew with a flash
Pulled off the gas cap and poured out the gas

For down by the wall in the full moon’s bright light
My eyes beheld a most terrible sight
A rusty jalopy was rambling by
Its rusty old trunk filled with supplies

The driver of course was Mr. Martyn Brown
A man whose name carried certain renown
“Worms: Reloaded for sale!” he cheerfully cried
“It’s just not that good,” I dejectedly sighed

“It’s just like the others, at much higher price,”
“Although, some new weapons are admittedly nice,”
“But the one-player campaign’s a pain in the ass,”
“The enemies never miss, it’s such a morass!”

These few comments had him seeing red
And steam very nearly shot out of his head
“This game was never meant to be played alone!”
“You play it with friends, online or in home!”

“Well then, why have one player mode at all,”
“If you mean for up to four players to brawl?”
“It’s not worth the money, play the others instead,”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed.”

This seemed to confound him, for a moment he faltered
And then, in an instant, his expression had altered
He ran to his Gremlin and jumped in the seat
His head hung in shame, he realized his defeat

“Now three liter, now I6, now Borg-Werner manual,”
“On Goodyear, on drivetrain, on beloved water spaniel!”
“On to the highway! On to the road!”
“On to drop off this big, fat load!”

His tires just spun, and his car did fishtail
He pulled on the wheel, all to no avail
He caught traction and cried as he sped towards the well
“Merry Christmas to all, I shall see you in hell!”