Recently, I started up a new game of The Cave.
As the beautiful, hilarious introduction ended and after I took the time to read through the descriptions of my playable cast of characters, I had no idea what to do next.
Indeed, the game had already started and I was none the wiser. I opened up the in-game manual and the controls were simple enough but what the heck? "X" did not start my game?!
What sort of shenanigans was this?!
I reached for my phone to see if there was something wrong with me because the Internet has made it so easy to just find a walkthrough and hide any and all embarrassment (well, there is that thing called personal shame but...yeah, no one has to know).
Flash back to last year.
I bought a copy of the Jak & Daxter HD collection because I had to replay that greatness and capture a piece of my youth again. I loved the series so much, so why not?
Memories are a funny thing.
Or maybe, somehow, I've just grown a little bit dimmer as the years have gone on and my skill which one would think should increase as time goes, actually got dull.
I played through the first Jak & Daxter (the one that still had Daxter in the title. Psh) and I adored it. I absolutely loved it this time around. I remember when I played it back at its release, I was so blown away by parts 2 and 3 of the series! I always thought Part 1 was just okay.
At it's HD release though? I collected every trophy (not a hard task by any means) and genuinely had a fascinating, fun time.
Given that, I booted up the 2nd game (my favourite back in the day) eager to feel that excitement again. "It's going to be amazeballs!", I thought to myself.
It was anything but.
The controls on the hover devices were a lot harder than I recall. And I died a lot more than I remember. And how THE HELL did I manage to do all those blue ring challenges when I was younger? The game suddenly seemed near impossible! In fact, I stopped playing and have yet to go back.
What happened to me?
Who am I?!
With that I bring you back to The Cave.
I figured out what to do and was happily listening to the funny tale and plowing through my game, until I came to the part where I was supposed to throw a hot dog on a spike.
For the life of me, I could not figure out how to throw something.
Maybe I want to excuse myself and blame it on recent real world stress in my life.
Or maybe I am shamefully admitting that I am no longer the sharpest tool in the shed.
Hi, it's me, Or 2.
And yep, I'm a rubber mallet.