I played Lost Odyssey for several hours. A four-disc RPG epic for the 360, it's all Japanese styling to the nth. I got lost in the story. The controls are pathetic as far as being distanced from your character as he becomes a tiny figure in static, massive, gothic rooms after rooms, but the emotions are strange. I'm an immortal who is a mercenary now...a survivor of some strange battle on lava plains...? I have sentimental dreams that take the shape of ten-minute-long tone poems that play out on my TV, using only lines of text, font styles, fuzzy images, and sound effects. Kudos to the development team for being that artsy-aggressive, I'm stunned. I'm not sure I want to get deeper than one disc.
Professor Layton and the Curious Village is a cartoony DS game, all Miyazaki style and creepy anime throwback elegance. A top-hatted man meanders around a Japanese concept of a post-war French village seeking out the mystery of the Golden Apple, and along the way solves random puzzles and brainteasers that villagers throw at him. It's like a picture-puzzle book brought to life. It gets repetitive. I get bored sometimes. But I always come back.
I started God of War: Chains of Olympus on my PSP. It's gorgeous, plays just like the PS2 games, though a little small and pixelly. The PSP can't help it—those landscapes have to fit on that relatively tiny screen somehow. I like it. I am starting to switch over, perhaps, to the PSP for a while. There are too many great games. Too bad the system takes too long to load. I lose patience and long for my simple, quick-start, long-battery-life DS.
I still play Catan every day. But I've stopped Madden. Having an undefeated season as the Jets in 2012 was enough for me. I'm spent.
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