The Importance Of Creative Games
Happy birthday, kiddo, said my big brother Paul. My brother always had a tendency to smile, even
though he wasn t the most appealing, with crooked teeth, glasses, and black hair sticking out all over. I
opened the card, read the cute little message, (I m forced to think it was some sort of pun, I can t
remember.) and the golden sheen of an American Express gift card did the first thing I decided to do
was hug my brother. Of course, what I did with this card was what I wanted to do since the last time I
was at my brother s house: get a new game, BlazBlue: Chronophantasma Extend . And I did, after
waiting for the game to install, looking up character biographies, and figuring out how to pronounce
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Honestly, I am so happy that there was a breather fight in between, between the characters Hakumen,
a warrior clad in white, and the Leader of the Six Heroes and Terumi, a man wearing an orange and
black cloak decorated with snake imagery, and my favorite character, due to his rather despicable
actions. Too bad it went by faster than a lightning bolt. In the second round, I had a tougher time, but I
knew what to do against the beast, so it evens out. What I did was a concept called dominant strategy:
Once you discover something that is good, you re always going to use that thing. The strategy was
press Jump, then A or B on the controller. Jump, A or B, Jump, A or B, again, and again, and again.
However, when his health meter was very low, the beast let out a giant laser beam. The character that I
was controlling was unfortunately defeated. I had the urge to throw something. OK, that was just one
loss. No need to scream about it, said a voice in my head. And so, after a day, and a nice warm shower,
I decided to finish the job, and, thanks to indomitable spirit, I won. Or, at least, for the second round.
But the battle wasn t over yet. No breather this time. Just right into the fight as Ragna. And boy, is this
going to be fun or what? I asked myself, oozing with sarcasm. Ugh. I yelled, annoyed, as I get
attacked by a series of flying swords. Lost again. Grr! I screamed, angrier,
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