Archive for December, 2007
Medal Of Honor: Allied Assualt
by Ben on Dec.30, 2007, under General
Yes, I know it’s an old game (like, 2002) but I found it in Dad’s files the other day and decided to play through it. Being a WWII buff, I actually found it quite educational. Here is a review I wrote on it. Enjoy!
Medal Of Honor: Allied Assualt
Developer: 2015
Publisher: EA
Genere: WWII shooter
ESRB: Teen
Rating 6.0
What to say about this game? Well, first off, it has no visible plotline. The game is based around the events before, during, and after D-Day, (June 6, 1944) but the player simple plays random missions with no real plot significance, such as stealing a Tiger Tank one mission, then blowing up a mustard gas factory the next.
Also, some of the gameplay factors weaken this game. If the player is hit, the screen shades red and shakes a helluva lot, making it impossible to aim, and hard to move, when being shot at. I’m all for realism, but thats a bit much.
That aside, however, there are some fun bits in the game, like walking past german guards in a factory, in a german officer’s uniform, and seeing a green, foggy, gassed room through a gas mask.
However, the game is obviously made without much thought to what a player wants in gameplay.
The day Dave regretted Himself part 2.5*
by Ben on Dec.23, 2007, under General
*I won’t be able to fit the plot I have planned into one episode.
Dave was in shambles. He couldn’t find his stamps ANYWHERE! He had looked all over the town. Then, when he thought all hope was lost, he saw a tall man in a dark trenchcoat, picking up a stamp! “Hey!” Dave shouted, running toward the man. The man turned just as Dave ran up. “can I see that st-” Biff Sock WHACK! Everything went black.
When Dave woke up, he was in some sort of plane. A personal jet of some kind. “Ooh!” he thought. “pretty!” *bump*Â The plane was landing, though Dave had no clue where. A man of some oriental origin came into the cabin. Biff Sock WHACK! (you know what happens next)
When Dave woke up (again) he found himself in some sort of warehouse. He could see his stamps, sitting there, on top of a box, in the middle of the huge room. Armed guards (AK-47s and various IEDs) patrolled the catwalks, seemingly unaware that he was awake. Dave knew he had to get his stamps. But how. Dave thought. Ooh! Lightbulb! When the next guard walked by, Dave put his plan into action…..