discardia

I am not one to say that I have played every game on every console of every genre. Because that would be lying. The kind of lying, one would say, of political greatness. That elevated holy level of lying where it is so preposterous, it has to be true.

And I haven’t. In fact, I only have one console. And it hasn’t been turned on since May.

My gaming bliss is all delivered through my PC. Yes, my PC. I know, that makes me seem so old, since evidently, PC gaming is dead. That is the word on the street. Homes.

But the Game of the Year is not Halo 3. Nor is it any other shitacular “AAA” title.

It is Portal. Without a single doubt.

Not the whole Orange Box that it comes as a part of, mind you, but the middle child of the Orange Box (which is also totally awesome in its own right). Portal is one of those games that you can play more than once (and I have), and it is one of those games the literally kicks the shit out of any game out there. Team Fortress is also uber-awesome and pretty much the only game I play right now, but Portal keeps invading my mind. Like an escaped test participant.

I walked by one of the conference rooms at work today and saw some food sitting out on a table for the meeting participants. The dessert was cake.

And I could only think one thing. Only one thing.

The cake is a lie.

Name any other game this year that has invaded your thoughts after playing it like that. You play Portal, you are changed. You look for places to put entry and exit portals. You think about your weighted companion cube and how well it burns.

And the ending song is first time I have EVER sat through game credits. It is sublime in its perfection. Masterful in its wit. And completely borderline batshit awesome in its coolness.