My plan for last week was to do nothing but Final Fantasy XIII-2. But then…on Valentine’s Day…I succumbed to two things. One, I played the Mass Effect 3 demo, which totally went against my media blackout for spoilers for the game. I was very pleased to see that there were no spoilers, but I’m not going to get more into it here. If you really want to know what I thought of it, you’ll have to listen to the EvilCast podcast, where Blake and I go nuts over it. It’s not up yet, but check back often this week; it will go up eventually.
Two, I got a text message from a friend–best friend’s husband, actually–asking if I would play Gears of War 3 with him and a couple of friends so we could get Achievements for 4-player and playing on Insanity. Those are two Achievements I definitely want, so I agreed to let Serah and Noel have a night off so I could die a lot whilst killing ugly things.
It became apparently very quickly that I’m not as versed in Gears 3 as everyone else. One guy has played so much, he’s level 70, my friend is level 30, and the other player is in his 20s. I’m at level 13 because I haven’t really touched Gears 3 since I beat it twice in the week it launched. Playing on Insanity with veterans is no way to re-wet your feet. I am definitely the queen of dying the most. At least we’re playing on Arcade mode, so it’s not as bad of a hampering when someone goes explodey…something I did a lot last night while we wrapped up Act II.
I have a lot of fun playing with these guys, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they fired me before we finished playing. Compared to them, I am that bad. I die the most and I have the least number of kills. I haven’t been last place for every chapter, but that’s been my average. I hate seeming like the “stereotypical girl gamer” in that I’m not as good as the boys, but hell, in this case, I’m definitely not as good as the boys. At least they haven’t made fun of me for “playing like a girl” or anything, so it’s my own chip on my shoulder. I hate that damn chip.