Not since Spec Ops: The Line had us utterly destroy the lives of innocent civilians using white phosphorous has a game made me feel so much like utter crap. Elizabeth was counting on me, and what happened? I somehow disappeared for years, only appearing when she had been fully indoctrinated by Comstock and waging the war on New York that Booker saw in his dreams. The character that we spend the entire game growing closer to and engendering really deep affection for needed us, and we weren't there. It's absolutely devastating. Each audio log you find is just one more needle dug into your skin. Thank goodness it was all fixed in the end, but that older Elizabeth, brainwashed and alone, will continue to exist in her world as yet another Booker has let her down.
Kevin Lanigan is a fun-loving Sagittarius who enjoys long walks on the beach and sunsets. While running a popular blog called Chekhov's Gunman, Kevin hopes to one day write the best movies and television you can complain about on the Internet. One of those movies, entitled IT DIDN'T TAKE, just opened up on Indiegogo and would appreciate all donations. Rosebud is a sled.
