Originally Published: 9 October 2008
I was playing Conan at the weekend. I like this game for a couple of reasons:
1) it’s quite a good distraction, and
2) it cost me a tenner (for those who haven’t already – go to Currys, PC World or Dixons and explore their new long-term sale offer).
There was one particular part of the game where I may have used one or two expletives. I’m not proud of myself, but it was a particularly annoying section.
If you’ve not played Conan, or even if you have, I’ll tell you the bit I mean. There comes a point when the A’Kanna (the token heaving-bosom character) you’re travelling with is kidnapped. She’s carried away by large red-faced apes and is set to be sacrificed to the Elephant God. So, you head off to rescue her and end up having to take down this Elephant over a five stage boss-battle with very few health pick-ups and dodgy attacks that knock you off your feet when you’re nowhere near.
Anyway, I swore a little bit at that. Just a tad. A wee bit. A smidge.
Spin on to last night, Carole has purchased herself an Xbox. This is excellent as now she can play without having to evict me from mine – win-win all round I think. Last night she was playing the popular Xbox Live arcade title Boom Boom Rocket. She’d played this game on Monday night to kind of christen the 360, and there had been hardly a peep from her.
Last night, I honestly thought that a coach-load of people with Tourettes had broken into our front room. I was shocked. Shocked to the very core. I’m fairly sure there were even a couple of words in there that have never passed Carole’s lips before. Possibly even some that didn’t exist before. It was all very bizarre, even more so given the non-gamer status of my girlfriend, that she could slip into swear mode so easily. Has gaming tapped into an as yet undiscovered part of her psyche allowing her to vent all her frustrations with a variety of swear words accompanied by pretty fireworks?