The Longest Journey

Well… I haven’t written anything for a long time and I feel that this is the time to do just that. This isn’t the actual reason I’m posting this. The true reason is that… it could sound weird… after I played this game (actually there are two of them) I can’t stop thinking of it. It’s the same sensation I got after watching “Requiem for a Dream”. But this is far stronger. I mean, it’s just a bloody game, but… ok, let me start from the beginning.

The Longest Journey is a “point-and-click” adventure in which the player must solve different puzzles for him to advance. Now, there are tons of games like this one. But, in my humble opinion, no other games have such a beautiful and captivating story like TLJ. It was so captivating that, when I got stuck (I did got stuck…) I just cheated and used walkthroughs because I was so curious what would happen next and what will April Ryan (the main character of this game) discover. I won’t tell anything about the story itself so I won’t spoil the fun (this ‘article’ is not about the game, it’s about the way the game affected me).

But the story is nothing without the main character, April Ryan. I mean, she’s one of the greatest video game characters ever created. WTF am I saying here… you’ll love her.

I can’t fucking sleep because of this game. It took me, all of me… don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to play it again but the story took me. The landscapes and the places you see (fantasy and futuristic), the characters you meet and the storyline… this game is a must play for everyone.

BTW: The Longest Journey was released in 1999 so it’s kinda old by now (10 bloody years). The sequel, DreamFall was released in 2006 I think. Both were made by CAPCOM (the story mastermind being Ragnar Tørnquist).

Useful links: http://www.longestjourney.com/

http://www.dreamfall.com

It’s Just a Bloody T-Shirt

Ok… so I have this T-Shirt with a skeleton that shows The Middle Finger (:P). Sure, there are some pentagrams there, but… ok! The story. Sunday. My grandparents village, my an my cousin preparing for a well deserved BBQ. I’m wearing the T-Shirt. I go to a shop to buy bloody cigarettes. Well, it was a bar actually, that kind of bar that one can find in small villages, full of drunken ppl, full of cigarette smoke, dirty and… well… low end bar. So the barman looks at me, then at my t-shirt, and suddenly he says: “How can you wear that t-shirt on Sundays?”… wtf… I was just thinking what cigarettes to buy when he said that. Looked at him: “It’s just a t-shirt, man!” i said to him (he was actually quite young, almost my age, maybe younger). “But why do you wear it?”… what the hell??? “I wear it because I don’t have other t-shirts and it’s very hot outside!”… “You could wear a sweater!” … ok, he was talking non-sense already. And I got mad and said: “Mate, I don’t give a fuck if it’s Sunday or Easter Day… I wear this T-Shirt for I really don’t care about religion and stuff like that”… He looked at me quite calmly and said: “You will care when you reach the gates!!!” (Like Bill Gates or smth ). “Give me a packet of Kent!”

He gave me what I wanted and I left. Then I noticed how ppl looked at me (I wondered what the village priest would have said ). And I really don’t give a damn about church. Yeah I do give a damn about religion, but not the church, for it is so corrupt that I’m surprised it has the guts to speak about belief or God. Yeah I don’t go to church, but I think I’m the only one in that village that actually read the whole bible (well, not counting the priests). If they go to church every Sunday, they think they are believers and that they will reach heaven; still, after-church they go to the bar and drink and swear and smoke and sin every fuckin day, but they are going to church. And finally, they judge u after your T-Shirt… fuck that! It’s just a bloody t-shirt!

Small World

Ok… Something weird happened today. Well, not that weird, but a surprise nonetheless. While in London, I created an account on Facebook. I forgot about it till today when I got a friend invitation from Karla. Ok… WTF! Why would someone from Ohio, USA would give ME an invite. But when I logged in and read the message she had sent me, surprise! Her name is Karla Ungurean-King… What she wanted? She was looking for relatives in Romania. I’ve sent her a loooong and boring message about my roots and another shit load of crap and now we’ll see. The funny thingy is that I have an uncle in USA (don’t really know in which state, but he’s there nonetheless). Crap, it would be great for me to actually be related to that woman.

Small fuckin world!!