Unfortunately, the same thing happened with The Pitt. Granted, my expectations may have been unusually high for this expansion module. The gossip and rumors I’d been hearing were equating it with the Shivering Isles expansion for Bethesda’s other hit, Oblivion. Sadly, the reality was far different.

I powered up the old Xbox 360 and loaded the game. I used a previously created character, one who had topped out at 20^th level. After a few moments of wandering the wastes, I received the radio call and headed towards the map marker. I met a man named Wehrner who led me to the ruins of Pittsburg.

The morally ambiguous plotline was frustrating, actually. By committing a kidnapping to secure a cure for intense radiation sickness, you begin a brutal revolution that ultimately forces you to blast the child’s parents. In this case, I chose a recently liberated flamer, as I was desperately low on regular ammo, charred “the Cure’s” Ma and Pa. However, first time through, I chose to not kidnap the child, as I realized it would result in a conflagration of serious proportion. The slaves wouldn’t budge and end up attacking your character. Blasting a few slaves, I quickly noticed my Karma was disappearing faster than my ammo.

I reloaded the game, and against my better judgment, I took the baby/cure. So, as it all unravels the slaves get freed and the child/cure has a foster mother who, though worn out and obviously regretting her decision, attempts to take care of the child as best she can.

Before the climax of the plot, you are asked to fiddle around with the usual gather/investigate quests. Most irritating is the much-lauded and greatly anticipated Arena. Three matches and you’ve earned your freedom, are Arena champion, and the plot climax is only moments away. The arena itself is a tiny little room, baked with radiation, and the opponents were one V.A.T.S. click away from being splattered all over the radioactive rocks.

The exploration of the Pitt took longer than the actual quests, of which there were like three.

Of the new weapons available, none are remarkable. The Auto-Axe or Man Opener is cute, but frankly, if I wanted a melee weapon game, I’d play Oblivion. The new rifle, called the Infiltrator, is an automatic assault rifle with a sound suppressor and scope. At full zoom, its accuracy is about as good as a drunk trying to make it into the toilet bowl so his wife doesn’t bitch him out the next morning. That is to say, the rifle has some serious drift and does significantly less damage than the Chinese Assault rifle. It’s basically dead weight.

After some hours scraping through the Pitt, I found an abandoned apartment complex. Suddenly excited for a little of that magic that made Fallout 3 so great, I sat up straight and dove into the Trog infested building. Two floors later, I’d scoured it clean and was once again bored. The ongoing quests of bringing teddy bears to the baby-cure is a little more depressing (if possible) than the rest of The Pitt, and as the residents had not yet chosen to police the corpses from their revolution, I don’t think I’ll be taking my character back there any time soon.

Technically, it was a very nice expansion. The environments were convoluted and messy, true Fallout 3 style. But spending most of your time in a steel mill and surrounding areas felt rather… blah.

Overall, it’s a beautiful expansion, but with not much real game play. Diehard Fallout 3 fans will enjoy, as always, but find themselves craving more. 

Rise of the Argonauts was described to me as being somewhere between God of War (which were great games!) and Conan (a hack n’ slash game of exquisite entertainment value).  I’m thinking this is going to be great, though Jason is my least favorite of Greek heroes, I can give it a chance. 

Well, I played it through. There’s actually only about three hours of actual “play.” The rest of the game is desperately long conversations with uninspired (perhaps too well known) characters, loaded with exposition and inopportune options for dialogue. Between running around expansive levels with limits options for action, interaction or combat, and the dreadfully elaborate conversations, I found myself considering turning the game off and returning it, at least for the first two hours. 

Eventually, I started to get the hang of the game, and even enjoyed playing. Like any game in it’s genre, the camera angles aren’t quite right. Once you get used to the action, Jason becomes a much more effective fighter, and incidentally, much more fun to play. Of course, the opponents were either evil monsters from Tarterus or Ionians (an arbitrary selection from the true-life ancient greek sub-cultures), neither appearing as much more than a glowing suit of armor to be hacked at.

The inclusion of the other Argonauts seems superfluous. They serve very little purpose except to distract opponents while you massacre others. While we’re talking about the Argonauts, I feel compelled to comment on the game designers choices for Argonauts. The inclusion of Achilles and Pan, Lycomedes and Medusa, was just awkward. As one friend commented to me “It’s as if one designer was a classics major and the others had seen alot of movies.” 

He’s right. There are moments in the game where the designers knowledge of classics is impressive. And in the rest of the game, they seem to nothing except what they learned from Clash of the Titans. 

Over all, a simple, straight forward game with little to offer a true classics buff, too much talking and limited combat.

That said I was equally skeptical as my wandering through the local GameStop led me to a box labeled Afro Samurai. I narrowed my eyes; I might have scowled as well. I’d heard there was a new film coming out, but an Xbox 360 game? Weren’t they jumping the gun? The little GameStop boy, Seth, noticing my consternation, charged forward with a chipper “Can I help you Sir?”

The video game places love adults. We’ve got the cash, and they don’t need to card us. Suppressing a snicker, I said unto Seth “Why yes! Have you played Afro Samurai for the Xbox 360?”

Seth replied in the negative. But his buddy had… when they bring up their friends, a buddy who played, a cousin who liked it, a sister’s boyfriend who thought it was a great game… you know they are just quoting from the latest issue of Game Informer or whatever rag they have laying around the store.

I listened to his list of fabricated testimonies with feigned interest and the dutiful “uh huh” and “hmmm.” I told him I needed to think on it for a bit, and he left to ponder.

Skeptical though I was, the Bushido would not allow me to pass up this game. I felt honor bound to support such a noble endeavor by a little known studio. Further, I’ll admit, I often pay full price for games that I know will be “B” at best. I had no real reason not to purchase Afro Samurai.

And I’m glad I did.

The opening animation instantly brought to mind the paradox of Zen mysticism, the nothing of existence, and the violence and anger that must stem from the restrictive warrior culture of the samurai.

I was instantly enthralled. Reliving that feeling of excitement and wonder I’d first experienced when I saw the movie, Afro Samurai.  An hour later, when I entered a bosses’ lair and was confronted by three, topless, pole-dancing, sword-wielding ninja women, I knew this was going to be a game I’d enjoy from start to finish.

Technically, it’s not perfect. The camera seems to not track like it should, and I’m finding that often my field of view is obscured. During combat, I’m frantically trying to slide the camera to another angle. Tutorial messages are only onscreen for the briefest of times, and moves tend to subtle, combos blending perfectly into regular attacks. I find myself saying “Did I do that?” Currently I’m stuck trying a combo that will throw my volatile opponents into a big power generator.

Regardless of these minor flaws, this game is everything Prince of Persia should have been. The cell-shading animation style works perfectly for Afro, and the ability to literally slice an opponent in half lands somewhere between Conan and Musashi. Blood is tracked by gallons, and the audio track is not the sensitive. Afro’s alter-ego (played by Samuel L. Jackson) has a mouth that would make a sailor blush. Overall, not for the faint of heart (or those under 18), but a great game.