Recent reviews by BookwormyGenius02

*you and the other city elites are at a private dinner party at your mansion. you're all laughing, drinking wine and making fun of the lower class. all of a sudden, the lights go out and smoke fills the room. you and the rest of the elites begin to panic but hysterics are cut short when a mysterious figure crashes through the window*

"ladies, gentlemen. you've eaten well. you've eaten gotham's wealth...i dont think some of you guys understand just how cool it would be to be..like REALLY BE a pirate! because first of all they sail the seven seas, THE END".

ROOOOOLLEPLAYYYY!

imagine we are two assassins perched on a rooftop. our hoods are peaked and the tip is like the beak of the mighty eagle. we are the predators and our target is the prey!

as i'm perched above and own the prowl i fidget with my hidden blade in the same manner a frustrated wife fidgets with her wedding band. you notice and ask if everything is okay.

"i'm fine," i say. "it's just that something feels a little off about tonights missionAHHH I CANT DO IT this game rules its the best game ever!!!!!

god has cursed us with the concept of fiction. all i want to do is take these little worms out one night to look at the stars above. would we cry? yeah. but we'd also laugh.. and hell, we might even see a shooting star. and once all the tears are dried we'd hug it out like brothers.
but the truth is i know i can never do that because these worms aren't real, they're just little drawings.. they cant really speak and they can't really throw banana bombs at each other and it pains me everyday. it makes you wish they never existed in the first place so you'd never know the pain it causes. its like a pit in your stomach that grows everyday but trying to fill it in with distractions just shows you how deep it really goes - like an ant trying to climb mount everest; fruitless.
i wish we could just live in a world of cold hard fact but instead god has cursed us with the concept of fiction.

Long live Santa is like a poem written straight from the heart; beautiful.
Each round is like a stanza only the most tortured artist could write; tear-jerking.
Like any good work of art, this is a game I like to revisit when i'm at my lowest; an escape.

This game and I were once great friends, whom shared great laughs and even greater memories.

In one of the most sickly turn of events in my life, Dying Light 2 betrayed me when I least expected it. The icy steel that stabbed my chest was almost as cold as their heartless demeanour, and each word of betrayal they spoke only twisted the knife in further.

"The great Dying Light, a turncoat in the end" I say in my dying breath. Behind Dying Light's angered expression a tear begins to form, and the air begins to change...

How do once great friends turn into misunderstood enemies, torn apart by the world that surrounds them? It is a story I never wish to re-live. This is why I have uninstalled the game and will not be buying the DLC.

The problem with the game is that the robots are too attractive so you cant focus on doing the parkour

There is a devious hacker lurking and hiding somewhere in this game.

Last week I joined a 100k buy in, and went into the first person mode of the game. As i was surrounded by a colourful cast of characters, one in particular stood out: his navy blue hoodie drenched his face in a thick shadow, disguising all but his sunglasses, who's lenses were as black as the midnight sky...

he looked at me and i looked at him. his veiny hand reached for his glasses, slyly adjusting them. something about me made him especially confident. what i realise now, and what i wish i had realised at the time, is that I had just become his 'mark'.

before i knew it, i began losing hand after hand. even when i thought i had guaranteed success, this mysterious man always had a better card. my anger quickly got the better of me. we would get into betting war after betting war, always raising and never folding just to try and outdo each other, but the angrier i got, the calmer and more collected he became.

a flurry of vibrations came from my phone, they were notifications from my bank, each detailing transactions of money i had apparently been sending. investigating these transactions, i found out the exact amount of money i was losing after each hand in the poker game, was somehow also being sent from my real bank account to an account called the 'Mystery Banker'. at this point I cant help but scroll up and down through the list of payments with a loss for words, in utter disbelief. I look back at the computer screen, and hes just sitting there. not participating in the round being played, just sitting there with his arms folded, smirking at me...

that whole time he was playing chess with me, the oblivious opponent, and now he's made checkmate.

Just yesterday I logged for the first time since the incident to see if i could find him again, to simply ask him "why?", "why me?", but in all the tables i joined he was nowhere to be found. I don't exactly know how or when, but one day i will get you, mystery banker.

"oooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

i yell this from the mountain top. for I have been climbing through the relentless ice and rock for many months, surviving only on luck and ambition. many of my friends have been lost along the way. the victory is bittersweet but I must exclaim my excitement, i have finally won...so i yell.

what i don't notice is that behind me, there is an ancient sarcophagus, and that the soundwaves i had just released were the exact frequency to shatter the binding spell ancient egyptians had placed on this tomb many centuries ago. the sarcophagus cracks and begins to open. My scream of victory quickly becomes a scream of terror.

a dishevelled hand, more bone than flesh, reaches out of its grave, the ancient demon has broken free. I quickly run for cover behind a rock, praying to the lord above that this demon didn't notice me. Suddenly, the clouds above parted, and three objects fell from the sky: an EMF reader, a photo camera, and a Ghost Writing book. my prayers had worked, but I didn't exactly get what I wanted...The demon knows i'm here and it wants me dead. But now god has evened the playing field. Me and the Demon, 'mano a mano', its time to finish this...

This is a map i would like the see realised inside this game. I personally think this would be a brilliant addition to this game so if the developer is reading this, please soak in my pitch and realise how amazing this would be.

yaaa!!! this game-a orrrsommeee... *smirks suggestively, you kind of like it*

i am EVIL, i do not care about human life, i dont care who lives and who dies, call me a nihilist or call me sadistic i DO NOT CARE! human life and life in general means nothing to me... so it should mean something when i say that this game deserves a chance at life! i would go so far as to say that if this game was about to be sentenced to the death penalty i would step in as a surprise lawyer, and defend this game with everything i got!