
These last few weeks in my gaming life have been almost exclusively devoted to Mass Effect, sprinkled with some Rock Band touring when I’m feeling saucy. But today, with one midterm and a major presentation behind me, I was finally able to catch up with my five-hour-ahead-time-zone brother for some hardcore Call of Duty 4 action. I figured it would be just like old times, hop in a room, pull a few triggers, and ten minutes later leave behind me a trail of blood, teeth, and tears the likes of which Xbox Live has never seen. Boy, was I in for a surprise.
Somehow over the last two weeks, everyone else has either become infinitely better, or I have lost every ounce of skill I ever had. I couldn’t stay alive for more than ten seconds, and the only kills I was getting were by way of martyr-dumb luck. My little brother actually got more kills than me in a couple rounds, which has never happened to me before, I swear.
I realized that Mass Effect has really slowed my game down. Not in a negative way, but in a more methodical way. Although there is a lot of action in the game, ME is most definitely not a run-n-gun shooter. But just like any skill, if you don’t use it, you lose it, and right now, COD4 is waving at me in the rear-view mirror of a War Pig shrinking over the horizon.
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