Desmond: Did you watch the trailer I sent you?
Owen: Oh, that video game thing? I'll get to it.
Desmond: Come on! You'll really like this one!
Owen: Meh. Games aren't really on my radar.
Desmond: Seriously. It's like you're a t-rex and they're a perfectly still Sam Neill.
Owen (stomach gurgling): Now I'm hungry for a goat.
Desmond (holding up a Greek restaurant take-out menu): Gyros it is.
Years ago I was CTO at some random Internet startup. I was a terrible, terrible manager and my staff hated me. One day they invited me to come play Unreal Tournament with them. I had never played, but I was touched by their gesture. It turns out it was just an excuse for everyone to shoot me for ten minutes straight.
All this is by way of saying that, aside from a summer spent playing Age of Empires, I've never been much of a gamer. Meanwhile Paul is always tweeting about this game and that. So I thought it would be fun to impress this dynamic upon our characters, and I asked him to write this week's strips with the two of us in mind.
This week's comics reveal that our friend Owen, despite his familiarity with technology, is not exactly what you'd call a "gamer". Incidentally, "gamer" is a term I have always hated and will continue to hate until a skeletal figure in a black robe drags me screaming into a wet hole in the ground. To me, "gamer" has the same tone as calling someone who plays basketball a "baller". Nobody I want to talk to says "baller". Come on. So I am not a "gamer". However, I do enjoy video games! Call me an "Electronic Entertainment Enthusiast", if you must. Or Paul, whatever.
Speaking of awkward segues, I just finished Assassin's Creed 2 over the weekend. It is, by leaps and bounds (see what I did there?), a better game than it's predecessor. Even if it's not your cup of tea, there's no denying that Ubisoft tuned in to the criticism of the first game and tried like to hell to address it's failings. As a parent, you're told that you make all your big mistakes with the first child, so that by the time the second one comes shooting out, you know not to leave her in a room covered in electrical sockets with a plastic dry cleaning bag full of forks or let her blow bubbles in a bus station toilet.