Nintendo Rolls on Us
Written By mista sense on Thursday, July 12, 2007 | 10:07 AM
Honestly, I can only take so much E3 coverage. Firstly, I always find it irritating to hear hype about games I won't actually know anything substantial about until next year. Hell, it's irritating to hear hype, period, and there's a lot of it. Second, there's just too much info, and I get frustrated when I can't remember it all. Everybody, it seems, feels frantic and behind, trying to keep up.
Then there's the pointless post-game wrapups on the blogs (the fact that I write for one such blog notwithstanding) and in the newspaper: who gave the best show? Most of us webfolk seem to have tentatively placed the crown on Sony (highlight: Phil Harrison three times using the word "exclusive" while glancing nervously at Hideo Kojima, who conveniently chooses the moment to pretend he doesn't speak perfectly full English), whereas the mainstream media has squarely proclaimed Nintendo the victor.
They would. Nintendo has fucking sold out.
Dude, come on. They totally rolled on us. They're grandma's game company now; they belong to our little sister, to our nimrod trophy girlfriend who we're just screwing 'cause she's hot and she said she likes Tetris. They showed a lot of stuff that says they're lovingly aligned with the average man, and very little that says they give a damn about gamers at all. Mario, Metroid, Zelda; lather, rinse, repeat.
Don't get me wrong. I'm buying Metroid Prime 3. When my phone rings, it rings the Hyrule Light World theme. And I can't wait for Phantom Hourglass. But what else is there, if you've got no interest in Mario Kart, minimal interest in Smash Bros., and you actively dislike Mario Party?
Perhaps this is my fault-- am I a total flake for buying a Wii thinking it might have some awesome games, and not the kind of crap I gotta pass around my living room with my fictional family of four people wearing turtlenecks and grins? Wii Fit? WTF.
But then I look at my little white box and feel sad; I hug my Wii despondently, like the developmentally disabled child I so painfully regret, yet cannot help but love. Come on, Nintendo, how can you do this to us now? We made you.