In other words, a new video game.
I have been on the hunt for a new game lately. Always a bit of a challenge due to my highly refined tastes, but made especially hard by the fact that I appear to be in one of my extra fussy moods which makes me try games then return them a bunch.
At least I have one good game on the go. It’s a rather eccentric beast called Monster Train and I could try to explain how you’re defending the last flame of Hell from the invading forces of Heaven and how this somehow involves you being on a train, but suffice it to say that it’s an excellent collectible card game derivative of the type thatI enjoy immensely and so I have been having fun with it.
Although I do have one design nitpick : throughout the early game, you earn experience points and level up the various clans of demons you have access to, and in doing so unlock cards and abilities and other neat stuff.
Until you hit level 10 in each clan. In which case, that shit just… stops.
Now obviously the game can’t have an infinite number of cards etc. to reveal as I level up, but given the limits of the rest of the game it really knocked like half of the momentum out of my gameplay.
There is still the actual dueling of enemies trying to get to the boss, and that is still fun, but I miss the element of discovery.
I am going to check out the small but meaningful mod scene for the game.
Gave a game called RimWorld a shot. It’s an intriguing idea because it’s not exactly a game. It’s a space colony simulator. So you can build your colony but there is no plot or overall quest or goal.
It sounded interesting, especially because there is a mod for it called (I shits thou not) RimJobWorld which allows your cute little aliens to have all kinds of perverted sex with one another, and you know I am all about the perverted mods when they are an option.
But I started the game and there was a ton of things to learn and I just didn’t feel like it.
I am so god damned flitty lately.
I also tried the first entry in the Dark Souls series of games. but did not care for it. The controls were clunky and slow and the whole thing seemed claustrophobic and off-putting somehow. But the worst thing was the game camera not keeping up with the action during the first big boss fight.
Fuck that noise.
So now I am once more “between games”. It takes 24-48 hours for the money to be returned to your Steam account once you return a game, so I will have to wait before getting something else.
It used to return the money right away but presumably people were using that to game the system somehow, so now we have to wait.
Oh well, At least Steam enables my fickleness by letting people return any game as long as they have not played them for more than two hours.
Makes me way more likely to invest money in a game, so it’s a win/win all round.
Oh well, I am sure I will find a game I love enough to keep eventually.
More after the break.
My further adventures
Reinstalled Borderlands 2 to play while I wait for my money to refund. Great game. Handsome Jack is one of the greatest villains in anything ever. As funny as he is evil.
And he’s plenty evil.
Meanwhile, in the real world, I had my phone appointment with the urologist today.
I’d love to tell you his name, but it’s like six syllables long and there is no way I am going to remember one of these long East Indian names unless I see it written down.
He asked me a bunch of questions, of course. Seemed like a very nice fellow. Like the people in the hospital, way less concerned about my peeing blood than I was/am.
Funny me, but that seemed like a rather alarming sign to me.
Upshot is that he extended the prescription for my antibiotic for four more weeks, making for six weeks total. Plus he put me on the rather adorably directly named FloMax (known as tamsulosin at home) to improve my urine flow by helping my prostate relax and take a more philosophical approach to life.
Because that’s what he thinks the problem is : an infection in my prostate. Okey dokey. Guess that puts the final bullet in my “bladder stone” theory.
But there might be something in there, anyhow. Sometimes part of the prostate becomes inflamed from infection and forms a little (shudder) sac filled with (gack) fluid, and that ends up pressing on the urinary tract in much the same way a stone would.
That’s what my ultrasound on the 23rd will be looking for, among other things.
Plus I am going to get a camera shoved up my urethra at some point, and a different one (I assume) stuck up my butt.
Doctor H wants a really good look at that region. Not super happy about the peehole camera but I have had a catheter before and it’s not that bad.
Weird. But not painful.
Plus, of course, they are going to cut open my eyeball to fix my cataracts on the 26th. Starting to get nervous about that.
Which is fine. It’s just a stage along the way to my getting used to the idea. Joe, who has had the procedure, assures me that while I will be awake at the time, I won’t feel a thing and they use a bright light on the ceiling to make sure you don’t see the very sharp scalpel coming for your very tender eyeball.
Thank frickin’ god.
And that’s just two of my many health issues.
I still have no frigging idea why I am so weak, for instance.
One crisis at a time, I guess.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.