Game Design Series: Quicktime Theorem

Okay, lets start with a premise. The amount of quicktime events negatively effects a videogame. Don't even say RE4. Those weren't necessary.

So, mathematically, the number of slow time events positively effects a game. Case in point; Stranglehold, Wanted, Army of Two.

Instead of introducing quicktime events during cutscenes, introduce slow time events during gameplay.

I was playing Wanted today. There are a few times when your character goes into rail-shooter-slow-motion-awesome-time. These could have been done a just cutscenes or they could have been made quicktime events (pull the trigger but don't aim) - either of these options would not have been as cool as seeing time slow down and my guy jump and dive between enemies in slow motion. I didn't have control of where to dive, but I had control of aim while the game dove me around - and to make it even better, the dives between guys were regular speed, while the time I had control of the aim was in slow motion.

Take note future game devs, quicktime sucks. If your game has it, you'll probably lose sales.

No One Wants to Hear My Music

But if you do, I'm going to record an album over summer. Mostly covers, maybe I'll sort out an original.

Comment if you're interested.

Returning to this, it didn't happen.

Nightmares

I had two of the same nightmare a couple nights ago.

It was after watching Knowing.

And they weren't proper nightmares, in that I would wake up scared as all hell and sweating and screaming - as I didn't. They were just not nice dreams.

I ran out and grabbed the mail - my Icarus TShirt that was supposed to come and my Big Muff that is supposed to come. I put the shirt on and plugged in to the Big Muff.
I looked out the window.
It was like the end of Knowing. A great wall of fire was approaching down the valley.
My dad was looking at it in awe, my mom was just typing. I turned to her, 'Ma, is that real?'
'Yes', she replied. I started to walk down the hall.
'Where are you going?' she asked.
'To put my tree shirt on, I like it too.'
I put my shirt on, plugged into my amp and faced away form the windows.
I was ready.

Dream a Little Dream

Dreams from night prior.

Had to sell my stratocaster. It was worth $1500. I didn't know what to buy.

Her top broke and she fell over. They popped out and bounced. Someone tried to help but nothing would do it. They were perfect.

I was talking with M in my room, it was dark. She pretty much jumped me. I was enjoying her embrace, and feeling her and squeezing her and caressing her. Then I broke off, "I can't do it, I'm with..."
I woke up.

I know I said it, I just can't remember who it was.