Dead Space: Environmentally Friendly
Oh, my. Save point. Door. Answer to creepy-crawly question.
Wanted to telephone dear reader and rip his dear head off (you see, dear reader, you nonchalantly said to me the other night “That’s where you saved? Right after reactivating the centrifuge system? Isn’t there one of those bloody holes in the wall just outside of that door? Okay. You’ll find out sooner or later what’s crawling around the ship, don’t worry”). Bastard. I’m glad you didn’t spoil the surprise… though it nearly caused the soiling of my pantaloons. Reduced poor Isaac to a bloody pulp, it did, not to mention my store of munitions.
First time, in fact, that I’ve had serious munition issues and inventory issues this game. You see, dear reader, for the longest time I’ve been running rampant amongst the ruins of the Ishimura, laying waste (with great gusto) to anything (and everything, as a few inanimate objects can attest to) that I cross paths with. Well, following the wallworm (for lack of a better term), I realized that I had a whoppin’ three rounds remaining for my cutter. Necessity is the mother and invention and all that so, next enemy encountered, I tried something new: three rounds to the leg and off and, once prone, stasis and boot stomped into a fine paste. It’s since become a favoured tactic of mine for solo assaulting monstrosities–the boot is a renewable resource, and a bloody useful one at that.
Ammunition issues continued until level’s end (and let me tell you, reactivating the engines is a pain in the ass with only 21 rounds on Hard), though I made do with the surgical application of environmental objects flung with my kinesis module. Not too sure what else to say this post; whatsherface, Strong Female has re-appeared after a brief absence, and Nicole (who I’d think would have been long dead by the time that Isaac “boarded”) sent me a cut up, cryptic query. Plot thickens, though I call shenanigans.
Level 4 notes soon, though I can’t guarantee how soon–my grad work for the coming three weeks is likely to be occupying my evenings and weekends, so another substantial (game-related) post may take as long as three weeks. Expect, instead, life-driven, self-indulgent navel gazing. Perhaps some poetry capable of making a Vogon cringe…
Please stand by.