Destructoid’s Video Editor-in-Chief Rey Gutierrez, informing me of my new name and occupation during a meeting at the Scott Pilgrim game launch party last week. Fortunately for me they’re the same, so it’s pretty easy to remember.
Rey spent most of that Thursday night pointing at me and yelling “Fuck you!” whenever he saw me. Later he refused to give me a high five.
Truly, Rey Gutierrez is a man of a particular pedigree - a professional through and through that any organization would be proud to count as one of their own. Provided that organization is interested in pointing, shouting swears, and the sucking of cocks.
Stay classy, Rey.
Going to say it now, side-plot spoilers. Skip if you don’t want anything spoiled.
I turned on Read Dead Redemption today for the first time in a few weeks, and just experienced quite possibly one of the most intense moments so far. Now, a while back I had paid for a womans freedom who was being used as a whore. I paid $200 to a man so she could be free. She fled to a convent in Mexico. On my map, I noticed she came up as another side-mission. I decided to stop on by and see how she was doing. After all, I was hoping for a happy ending for the poor girl.
In game, before I even cross over the border to Mexico, it started raining, a massive thunderstorm. I guide John Marston into the convent, where another nun tells me she left with another man and was headed for a nearby establishment. I knew at that moment that the man she left with (most likely taken by) was her former pimp. The bastard.
I ride up on the establishment to discover it was a graveyard, and in the midst of the rain and lightning, see only one figure standing, digging. They begin arguing immediately, with the pimp telling John that she was just a whore, and that her death is meaningless for she wasn’t important. John echoes the same words, but in a light that says she didn’t need to be killed. And finally, John asks one question:
“So, do I get my $200 back before or after I kill you?”
We dueled in the graveyard, the camera pans across both of our faces covered in rain, the thunder crashing in the background and lightning blinding us momentarily. I draw, and want to make him feel helpless before he dies, the same way he made Eva feel. She was free in her life only momentarily before it was snatched away for one last time by this man. I shoot him three times, precisely. Once in each knee so he drops to them, unable to stand. He’s helpless now, and probably in the same position Eva was while she was begging for her life. The last bullet I fired went between his eyes.
I hate to sound pretentious by quoting myself, but I wrote this as part of a larger post, and this line stuck out to me. Take it how you will.
Spent a bunch of time re-arranging things and looking through some new themes for Tumblr. Now that I have even more free time, what with the semester being over, I hope to get back to writing.
After all, the trend of constantly reblogging stuff is pretty lame, you know?