Dead Island

Dead Island. It’s made a bit of news in the gaming world. So I tried it on a whim. I know, I know the game has been getting some bad reviews lately, but really, I have to say it is the single best first-person-zombie-rpg-set-on-a-tropical-island I’ve ever played. Seriously though I’d play this game like a shooter, but it’s not raining guns like most other zombie shooters. I remember back in Resident Evil 2 and 3, you were the luckiest frakker alive if you had 30 bullets in your bag. The game does appear to be set in Australia, so I expect some guns. Well, at least I didn’t chose the black Australian gun specialist as my player. Right? … Crap. I knew I should have played as the guy with the hammer.

The first real problem I had with the game was the fact it is essentially Left 4 Dead with breakable weapons, larger maps, less guns, and classes. To be honest, this isn’t entirely a bad thing. Having fun with it so far. It’s a shooter/smasher/slicer/throw-large-objects-at-zombies game, that’s no doubt. Still, it’s ended up being fun as all frak. One thing in dead island that left 4 dead could have used, and that’s the ability to get behind the wheel of a car and Run. Down. Everything.

Driving down the streets of this island smashing through zombies is really what gives this game it’s finesse. I’ve smashed countless zombies and only had the car for ten minutes. However this did save me quite a long and painful walk up to the lighthouse.  I should note it’s a bit awkward for me to drive these things, with the driver on the right hand side but the zombies don’t mind.


But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let me go through a bit of the game. It starts off with a cut-scene that really tells you nothing except SOMEONE out there has a really nice watch, likes to drink, and has absolutely NOTHING to do with the storyline what so ever. Well, at least it tells you…. that there are zombies. I hadn’t guessed that to begin with. After that cut-scene you get to pick your character, a white guy with tattoos who likes to throw knives, a black girl who uses guns, an Asian girl who has a thing for swords (I see we go straight to the racial stereotypes here) or a big token black guy who likes to smash things with hammers.

I choose the gun specialist on the hopes that I’d get some guns. None so far, but it doesn’t seem to be impeding me too much as there is plenty of improvised weapons all around. The game starts off by telling you how to move, how to open doors, and how to loot. Ah the looting, considering my character I’m glad the game set straight to stealing things (I only imply that my character has a talent for theft because he’s Australian, not black. That’s less racist somehow.) After running through a fancy hotel screaming like a llama driving a car and running from zombies. I should also add that I found a bottle of rum and did most of this drunk. Everything get’s a bit blury from that point, but I woke up in a straw hut that zombies are swarming with a lifeguard turned hero beating the crap out of zombies outside. So I went out and stole all of his kills.

Apparently standing around in a hut made of sticks during the FRAKKING ZOMBIE ATTACK OF THE CENTURY is a bad idea. Even more surprisingly, somebody figured it out. So (at some point it was implied I’m immune) I have to do everything around here. After a long walk to the big concrete and metal lifeguard station that’s conveniently built like a fortress. The bad news? It’s full of zombies, go have fun clearing it out. Eventually you get sidequests from that location and overall it’s looking rather good. If I can get back to the game I’ll wrote more about it.


About zarrotechgeek

An 18 year old Canadian high school student that likes to rant about things.

Posted on October 10, 2011, in Videogames. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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