Saturday, 27 June 2009 at 23:43 | 0 comments  
Well, this is a little late. Even more so seeing as how I finished the game over a month ago. But never got down to writing about it. So here goes.

Well, you all know what a graphics hungry beast Crysis is. It truly was the Mt. Everest to my gaming rig. I was able to play at 1920*1200 res, with 2XAA and everything set to very high. The game was plenty playable, with sustained framerates above 30. But at the final level, (the boss battle on the carrier) the frames did slow down some.

I played on Hard difficulty, so needless to say I had to reload many, many times. The most memorable things I take away from the game are the levels inside the spaceship. From the gravity-less floating around to the crystal/icicle encrusted walls, from the ghostly aliens coming at you from every direction while you're trying to get your bearings rolling around in empty space, to the pulsing energy transfer line, it was one of the most beautiful and well though out environments in a game I've ever played. Although it was a tad funny how in some nooks and crannies inside the ship[ one could find human weapons with the right kind of ammo for it close by. :)

I felt the game ended a bit too suddenly, but then again by that time I guess the player's been through every kind of scenario the game had to offer. From tank battles to stealth missions and from flying an uber-cool aircraft to just plain run and gun carnage, the action was pretty much non-stop all the time.

To sum it up, just the Oohs and aahs I got from visitors to my place who got a chance to see how Crysis was meant to be played, made the big bucks I buried under my rig worthwhile. Now I look forward to continuing the carnage at the island in Prophet's shoes in Crysis:Warhead.
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Yesterday, after my lectures were done for the day, I called home from the campus. It was my mom who answered. After a lil chit chat, she tells me this tale, and I can sense that she's shaken and very upset.

She starts by telling me how two Muslim men were dragging a young cow past our home. I, not wanting to hear tales of animal suffering yell at her "why are you telling me this?".

And she goes on. Apparently the cow/calf was screaming her poor head off, not wanting to be dragged off to whatever doom she sensed was coming. My mom had heard her wails from far away and was on the lookout to see what the cause could be. And as the two men were passing our house, she called a passerby for help and went up to those two men to see if she could save the calf. She offered them money, begging them to leave the calf and name whatever amount they wanted. But alas, they refused to part with the calf, claiming that she wasn't being taken to be slaughtered, but rather to some "pooja" (ritual), despite all my mother's pleading.

A little by note to all you meat eaters who just must have beef or mutton or the flesh of some other beautiful and harmless creature (deers/porcupines/iguanas and even rabbits, how can you eat rabbits?) to call it a good meal. Put yourself in the creature's place once in a while and imagine how you'd feel if someone was dragging you off or chasing after you with a club to kill and eat you!

Even though my mom had to come back empty-handed and sad, I cannot begin to comprehend ho much courage she had in her to even attempt such a thing. Going after complete strangers to save a creature's life? Many's the time when I have watched (especially while in India) as a hapless creature was dragged, so very against its will, to what could only be its end. Yet I could never work up the courage to try to intervene, mostly for fear of being rebuked or being called plain crazy. And what was I supposed to do with the animal even if the butcher agreed to sell it to me? Now that I have a little money and am back in my homeland, maybe I could arrange something. But the question remains whether I would go ahead and do something like what my mother did.

This is merely one instance of my mother showing how strong and brave she can be, to no present audience mind you. Despite all our arguments, where might I be today if it weren't for her constant nagging and berating me to be a batter man?

I close, hoping that the calf was indeed being taken to only a ceremony and that she's alive and well.
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