HlbokΘ , peknΘ a ve╛kΘ . SlovφΦka m⌠₧ete poprehadzova¥ pod╛a individußlneho vkusu. (mike)

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Nemßm rßd strielaΦky z vlastnΘho poh╛adu. FPS (first-person shooter) typu Doom a Quake mi nikdy nesedeli. Ak by som mal predsa len vybra¥ svojich ob╛·ben²ch, boli by to Blood, Duke Nukem 3D a hlavne Hexen II. Nie ₧e by som ich hral alebo nebodaj vlastnil, ale ak som u kamarßta doomßka, urΦite by som sa sna₧il u neho presadi¥ aspo≥ Hexen II ke∩ to u₧ musφ by¥.

Rozm²Ü╛al som samozrejme v Φom to vΣzφ, ₧e ma tieto hry bavia. Trvalo mi to dlho, ale potom som na to priÜiel. Bola to realita. Blood je sφce vesel²m hororom, ale s· tam obyΦajnΘ zbrane a obyΦajnΘ lokality. Duke je sφce sci-fi, ale je to Φlovek a znovu sa pohybuje po d⌠verne znßmych miestach ako je zßchod Φi strip bar. A Hexen II je sφce fantasy, ale jeho narß₧ky na peklo a v⌠bec cel² dej sa nes· v znamenφ stredovek²ch povier a nßbo₧enstva.

Teraz je, myslφm, vÜetko jasnΘ. Prφbeh Sinu je realite najbli₧Üie a preto ma tak zaujal (no dobre, ve∩ vÜetci vieme o Φo ide...), a aj napriek vÜetk²m Elexisiam sa to nedß poprie¥. Äiadni minozemÜ¥ania ani inΘ dimenzie. ObyΦajn² prepad banky, obyΦajn² John Blade ktorΘho meno sa tak eroticky vyslovuje, obyΦajnß zßpletka s drogou U4 s ktorou chce Elexis ovlßdnu¥ ve╛mi ve╛a, ak nie cel² svet. Sφce dochßdza ku genetick²m mutßcißm, ale vÜetko sa vyvφja v hre, tak₧e mi nepripadß, ₧e by som bol vhoden² do in²ch reßliφ kde je vÜetko u₧ danΘ.

V deme si zahrßte prv· sekvenciu prepadu banky. Intro je robenΘ v enginu hry, Φo mne osobne v⌠bec nevadφ, aj ke∩ takß renderovanß animaΦka Elexis by za to urΦite stßla. Je nahlßsen² prepad banky a John Blade sa s helikoptΘrou polφcie Hardcorps vydßva na miesto Φinu. Holuba sprevßdzaj·ceho ich odstrelφ jeden s banditov na streche a zaΦne hßdza¥ vtipnΘ poznßmky. Hlas mß ·₧asne hlbok² a je poΦu¥ ₧e je to Φernoch. Ak sa m²lim, tak no a Φo. Ale Blade to z helikoptΘry na streche vyΦistφ a zosadne na nej priΦom sa zaΦne vlastn² level.

Odteraz je to u₧ len akcia v engine Quake 2 so vÜetk²m Φo k tomu patrφ. Strie╛ate, stlßΦate gombφΦky a otvßrate dvere (klßvesa U) a v⌠bec, je to znßma vec. Prostredie reßlneho sveta tejto hre aspo≥ pre m≥a dßva istΘ Φaro, preto₧e ste viac "in". Nem⌠₧em sa nezmieni¥ o gangstroch, ktorφ sφce piÜto╛kami na obtia₧nos¥ EASY (no tak som zbabelec) ve╛a healthu nezober·, ale v skupinke to klesß a₧ neprφjemne rezko nadol. Vraj inteligencia nepriate╛ov nie je niΦ moc, ale v jednom poΦφtaΦovom obchode kde som hral Unreal som stihol to╛ko ospevovanΘho hyperinteligentnΘho Skaarja rozfaÜφrova¥ sk⌠r ako jednΘho tupΘho hitmana ktor² sa mi v banke skr²val za ka₧d² roh a zdrhal preΦ ke∩ mal u₧ na mßle. ╚o v tom je neviem. Ale ve╛mi ma to nezaujφma, preto₧e o inteligencii sa eÜte dlho hovori¥ nedß ani v Unreale, ani v Sine. Je to tak aj lepÜie pre vaÜe ego, preto₧e vidφte akφ s· vÜetci blbφ.

Zvuky k hre s· v poriadku. Hlavne komunikßcia a obΦasnΘ rozhovory ve╛mi o₧ivuj· akciu. V pozadφ poΦujete krik, pri v²znamnejÜφch udalostiach pokecßte aj s vaÜim operßtorom. Hudbu som poΦul len v intru s t²m holubom, takß monumentßlna (neviem in² nßzov), ale tie v MDK boli v²raznejÜie a viac Φloveka vyburcovali. Hlasy ╛udφ s· ale fantastickΘ a nemßm k nim ₧iadne pripomienky. Kvalitka. èkoda len, ₧e som nepoΦul Elexis.

Demu sa dß aj Φo-to vytkn·¥. Najprv som naÜiel chybiΦku v engine ke∩ som iÜiel spΣ¥ od sejfu k pultom a jedinΘ Φo som videl bola akßsi windowsovß defaultnß zele≥ a₧ pok²m som otvoril dvere ke∩ sa engine znovu znormalizoval. Sk·Üal som to nieko╛kokrßt a v₧dy s t²m ist²m v²sledkom. Trebalo by na tom zapracova¥. ╧alÜie nßmietky sa u₧ t²kaj· samotnej hry. Hrßm toti₧ Sin DEMO a prφde mi na um: PreΦo nem⌠₧em vÜetko rozmlßti¥? V Hexenovi II to Ülo. PreΦo ke∩ je na stole pohßr, ho nem⌠₧em vypi¥? PreΦo si nem⌠₧em zobra¥ peniaze pova╛uj·ce sa na zemi (sk·sim si to zahra¥ znovu, ale neÜlo mi to)? PreΦo sa nem⌠₧em nalogova¥ do hociakΘho poΦφtaΦa v miestnosti? StaΦilo by mi keby ma kamsi poslal ₧e neviem heslo alebo Φo, ale chcem to tam ma¥! A preΦo nem⌠₧em rozbi¥ VèETKY oknß, ve∩ s· zo skla! (mo₧no nepriestre╛nΘho) Okrem toho chcem rozprßva¥ s ╛u∩mi! PreΦo nem⌠₧em niΦ poveda¥ strachom sa tras·cej pracovnφΦke banky, preΦo mi niΦ nepovie Φßvo v poΦφtaΦovej miestnosti? Mo₧no je to prive╛a, ale mne to ch²ba.

Ale z∩aleka najhorÜie je, ₧e nepriate╛ov neub·da. To si vyΦistφm miestnos¥ od dotierav²ch chlapφkov a ke∩ sa vrßtim, engine hry mi tam s ·smevom u₧ stihol prigenerova¥ ∩alÜφch. Chßpem, mo₧no boli v budove a priÜli cez dvere, ale pravdu povediac tomu neverφm. Ak niekoho zabijete, Φo je teda v tejto hre ve╛mi vφtanΘ, obe¥ padne naprφklad na zem a o chvφ╛u ZMIZNE. Je to tak, verte mi. NajhorÜie je, ₧e v nijakej inej takejto hre by to asi nep⌠sobilo ruÜivo, ale v hre ktorß sa odohrßva v naÜom svete oΦakßvam ₧e veci bud· takΘ ako sa u nßs maj· a aj zßkony fyziky bud· plati¥. Nie, telo si zmizne. Len tak.

Ke∩₧e som sa nemohol nijako cez demo dosta¥ a v₧dy ma zabili, rozhodol som sa pou₧i¥ cheaty, ale naÜiel som iba tak² na sniperku. To u₧ som musel siahnu¥ na Cheat-O-Matic a vyrobi¥ si veΦnΘ zdravie. V deme bolo treba ale aj prem²Ü╛a¥ a preto som ho dohral a₧ neskoro v noci. Dσ₧ka v⌠bec nie je bohvieakß, povedal by som ₧e malß, ale Φo chcete od dema.

To bol m⌠j prv² dojem. Odvtedy som hral SiN eÜte dos¥ ve╛a krßt a priÜiel som na to, ₧e: s t²m rozbφjanφm a demolovanφm vecφ to nie je a₧ tak zlΘ. Dokßzal som rozbi¥ kni₧nicu, prevrßti¥ stojan, zniΦi¥ vÜetky poΦφtaΦe okrem klßvesnφc, rozbi¥ pohßre a tak ∩alej. Äia╛ niektorΘ veci ako skrinka kde som naÜiel pßr veciΦiek rozbi¥ neÜla. Mo₧no som mal iba slab· zbra≥. Stoly, stoliΦky, kreslß, vÜetko ide zniΦi¥. Sklß id· rozbi¥ vÜetky a vÜade, podobne je to aj s lampami. Ne≤nky rozbijete a potom z nich vylietavaj· typickΘ iskry. PohyblivΘ schody sa daj· vypn·¥, staΦφ sa iba zohn·¥ a stlaΦi¥ gombφk.

ProblΘm so svetlami je ale in². Aj ke∩ rozbijete svetlß, ich ₧iara si existuje ∩alej a to nie je s kostoln²m poriadkom. Tak som chcel aby v miestnosti bola tma, ale niΦ z toho. Nevadφ. Ale lampy a osvetlenia m⌠₧ete rozbφja¥ vÜetky. Tak isto Ütandardne sa po vaÜich strelßch na predmetoch objavuj· zßstrely. Ale to nie je niΦ v²nimoΦnΘ. Äia╛ stalo sa mi, ₧e ke∩ som strelil do pohybliv²ch schodov, znaΦka po nßboji ostßvala na tom istom mieste a schody iÜli ∩alej. Je to trapas, ale Φo u₧. Odpadkov² k⌠Ü som tie₧ mohol otvori¥, aj jednu skri≥u. Pri rozstrie╛anφ objektov ich fragmenty stßle mizn·, aj vaÜi nepriatelia ke∩ ich zabijete. ╚o sa t²ka prigenerovßvania s·perov, s rados¥ou vßm m⌠₧em poveda¥, ₧e sa mi podarilo cel· banku predsa len vyΦisti¥. Chcel som vyzabφja¥ ·plne vÜetk²ch, ale vraj som vÜetk²ch nezabil. Z Φasu na Φas som natrafil na banditu, ktor² sa vzal od nevedno kia╛ (·ha, dobrΘ spojenie...), ale bolo to vcelku OK.

Podarilo sa mi aj nßjs¥ vo fontßne mincu s ktorou som potom komusi zatelefonoval a on mi Φosi povedal a zlo₧il. EÜte jedna vec: v bezpeΦnostnom poΦφtaΦi si opφÜte vßÜ ·Φet a PIN a aj Elexine. Potom cho∩te do ATM k bankomatom, cho∩te na konto Elexis a spojte jej ·Φet s vaÜim (wire). Potom budete ma¥ 9 mili≤nov. V bezpeΦnostnom poΦφtaΦi s· aj ·Φty in²ch ╛udφ, treba φs¥ do directory C:\fcbsec\data\ a tam prφkazom TYPE_s·bor preΦφta¥ pßr dßtov²ch s·borov. Elexis mß PIN Φφslo 6969, Φo mi hne∩ padlo do oka a nemusel som sa ani v hlavnom menu logn·¥ pod jej menom.

╚o teda poveda¥ na zßver? Mne sa bude asi Sin pßΦi¥ aj na∩alej a ak si ho k·pi nejak² z mojich poΦetn²ch znßmych, urΦite ho od neho nejako vyklamem a zrecenzujem ho. Osobne si ho ale nek·pim. VÜetko na Sine je v poriadku, ale ja jednoducho hrßm takΘto hry len na odreagovanie. Na Sin sa znieslo dos¥ kritiky kv⌠li zastaranej grafike (osobne som rßd, lebo nßÜ poΦφtaΦ by inΘ nestφhal) ktorß sa naozaj nem⌠₧e rovna¥ nieΦomu ako Fire engine Unrealu. Kritici takisto hovoria, ₧e Activision vydal hru k Vianociam a preto ju nestihli dobre odladi¥. Predsa aj mne sa stßvalo, ₧e fragmenty rozbitΘho stola ostali visie¥ vo vzduchu. Patch ktor² mß okolo 20MB a ktor² by mal hru opravi¥ priÜiel nesk⌠r, pod╛a niektor²ch by to nemalo tak by¥ ₧e hra bude dobrß a₧ ke∩ si Φosi stiahnete z INetu. Je v tom Φosi pravdy, ve∩ ste zaplatili, no nie? Hra je to ale dobrß. Aj humor a interaktivita z Duke Nukem 3D s· spΣ¥, ale mohlo by toho by¥ aj viac. V ka₧dom prφpade ale, ak existuje nejak² pokraΦovate╛ tradφcie Duka, je to Sin, hlavne kv⌠li humoru a kadejak²m hackovanφm poΦφtaΦov Φi in²mi vecami. Keby som mal tieto hry Φo len o troÜku radÜej, hne∩ by som sa po nejakom Sine poobzeral. U₧ teraz som nφm ·plne unesen².

mike.

12.05.35. 2:48am.

Had a strong glass of bourbon and crashed hard tonight, despite the noise on the street. I guess you get used to it after a while living in Freeport, but something was definitely different out there. Noàpeculiar is more like it. That's what must have caused my strange dream. Man, was that a weird oneàI want to get it down on paper but it's tough to put into words. It sounds dramatic an' all but man, it was so frigin' real. The moment I threw off my specs and pressed my palms against my burning eyelids, it felt like it was the calm before the storm. And then I passed outà

All was quiet except for a faint but noticeable murmur of a power generator. I took a slow step out of the shadows, looking to my right and left down each corridor for any potential danger. But this wasn't a usual route around the sector looking to bust armed U4 pushers. This was a real war for some reason, but there was nothing here but very subtle screams in the distance, gun blasts, explosions, then more screams.

Then it kicked inà that adrenaline rush from hell. I bolted down the metallic hallway with a 1000 years of rage on my shoulders and seven hand-held CB-22 rockets in my backpack for each of the souls I'll take in the next half houràthe lives I'll devour to make me stronger, and impenetrable. As I ran, fitted in armor and conviction, the familiar war sounds become louder and fed into my fury. The screams were almost unbearable at this point. The moment I turned the corner into a room with this powerful blue light, blood and chunks of flesh sprayed onto my pants from the poor disemboweled 'CORPS soldier to my right, opened by a shot from an above tier and a keen eye. A hoard of mutated bodies without faces eclipsed the light and turned to me, armed with guns, bombs and clawsàand the chase was on. I pulled a quick 180 and leapt across the separation in the floor, only to duck behind a crate to turn around and open fire. Four down. Time to move. I quickly scrambled outside under the angered sky with bullets darting past both my ears. One gets me in the shoulder but proves tolerable. I found myself cornered with nowhere to go except into a sea of death, already a graveyard for many dead soldiers. I dove in while more bullets burrowed into my suit and skin and bone. Just as I thought I was safe, I heard a splash only to look over my shoulder and see three desperate beasts, but theseàanimalsàhad faces. And they were scared, too. Were they after me or were they running from fear themselves? I immediately unleashed four more demons from my barrel, three meeting their destiny. Although victorious, I choked on the thick water, blood, and flesh that surrounded meàand died just the same. As I floated slowly to the surface, a woman's laughter came from somewhere aboveàas if I was part of an experiment or somethingàlike I was in a test-tube. And then I woke up in a cold pool of sweat.

It is the calm before the storm. My God, it is the calm before the storm.

1.02.36. 8:20pm

Happy Frigin' New Year. Two days in and I almost blasted my first punk in '36 already. That kid musta been smacked out pretty good to kill a cop just to get to his cruiser. An all this right in front of the neon glow of the Starck Club. Thankfully, his hands were shaking so bad he missed me by a mile. Dumb punk didn't realize his life was already over before he even left the rock he climbed out from under. I chased the junkie into the club but lost him in the crowd. Got him on the cams though, so I'm sure he's arrested by now. I ripped my leg open when I slipped on the floor - there were broken vials of U4 all over the place, man. I guess kids aren't even going to the bathroom to jack up anymore. Damnà You know, I think that dead cop worked with my dad at the FPD at some point. His name was McPherson or something like that. Poor bastard. Got there too lateàwas already slashed ear to ear. Nothing I could doà It's funny, actually, getting used to this good guy shit. Looking back it very well could have been me lying in the streets with a fatal case of lead poisoning. Who would've ever thought that I'd be crossing over to the other side, patrolling the same blocks I used to run gangs on. I'm sure all the Young Masters and Warriors are dead now, anyway. Life sure is strange the way things come full circle...

2.22.36. 11:43pm.

Tonight was one of those nights that make you wonder how it ever got so bad. I swear it's not even midnight yet and already the city's gone to shit. I musta grabbed my Mag three times within an hour because of these damn punks jumping out of the shadows. Two of them even tried to shiv meàdumb bastards. If they were zombies, that would be one thing, but this tainted garbage just completely freaks them out altogether. Even nailing those dirtbags Mancini and Kong last week hasn't slowed down the flow of U4 any and I know they're behind a good chunk of the Freeport flow. I should've popped Mancini a couple years back when I had the chanceàwhat a wanna-be, that guy.

3.13.36. 1:10pm

SinTEK's been all over the news again. Looks like they've bought out yet another major petroleum company in the Middle East for a zillion dollars or something. These guys are everywhere, man: chems, oils, computers, pharmaceuticals, geneticsàand now as a SEC-Force Op as well. Unbelievableà They may be have their greedy hands in all kinds of pie but I'd do anything for a night with Dr. Sinclaire's daughter. Man, is she hot or whatàwhat's her name? Oh ya, Elexis. Elexis Sinclaire. Hmmm.