Showing posts with label snoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snoo. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 November 2007

Crysis, snoo and dead cars

I'm not very creative when it comes to blorg titles so that's the best you're getting. And I apologise Mike for turtally screwing up your recent formula with this here third post in the space of 2 days.

Woke up rather hearly today as some noisy buggers came round at half 8 to install wooden flooring doonstairs. From that point on I sat half dead watching tedious Sunday morning television, until 11 when I decided it was time for more Crysis.



I'll try my best to avoid any spoilerage, hactually, there will no spoilers seeing as the other Wombat won't have this game until Crimbo. I resumed on the level 'Relic' and worked my way slowly up to the part of the map marked... erm, no this isn't going to work. OK I'll continue in the same fashion as I did yesterday. I'm still enjoying the battles with the Koreans. I was standing there in cloak mode watching them go about their business, and noticed a nice little touch, a few times now I've seen them running towards a fence or similar obstacle which they proceed to jump over and land flat on their face. It's funny watching how confused they get when you mess with the different settings on the Nanosuit, switch to cloak mode to get that funny "what the crap?" tone of voice.

I'm also having much fun blowing up anything and everything, every red barrel must be shot, every large white tank as seen in the villages must have 'nades chucked at 'em, every one of the Korean's cars must have that little petrol tank shot and the same goes for the big trucks.





So far I think it's most wootsome, and the intro to the 'Assault' level is bloody ace. Still not had a chance to battle the haliens yet, but I know it's coming.



Yes, it's quite randomly snooing here in Brumingham, can't quite figure why, hactually the fact that it's cold may have something to do with it. I like driving in snoo, so I agreed to go and pick up my sis from her hoose about 6 miles away to bring her here for our Sunday meal. On the way there all the little lights on my dashboard seemed to get gradually darker and darker, and the wipers almost ground to a halt. I soon realised that the battery was nearing the end of it's life. I got to my sister's and left the engine running, turned all unnecessary things off and was left with just the wipers and my headlights. So I had 6 miles to drive with my extremely dim headlights and near dead wipers. We somehow managed it, but the end of the journey is a pitch black country road, my windscreen was frozen and clouded, and lack of headlights meant I couldn't see a thing. Somehow came out of that unscathed and now my car sits out there dead in a few inches of snoo. May be quite difficult getting to worm tomorrow.

Shout out to Chris, who could have been part of the Wombat, but instead decided to get a life and go to University.