I’ve not been a (serious) online gamer since my days of Quake. Ahh, sure there have been games since then, taunting me in attempt to lure me back to the dark side. Half-Life/Counterstrike got me close. Many an afternoon would I arrive home only to jump into Steam and boot up Counterstrike: Source - many a weekend when boredom was offset by computer terrorism (albeit simplistic) simulations.
The reality is, nothing since Quake has really captured my interest. In those days of rocket jumps and gibs, online gaming was a fresh concept - and at the time, Quake was the ultimate first-person shooter. You couldn’t go past it. You couldn’t find anyone who hadn’t at least heard of the game. My reputation as ObLiVioN became a household name* in precision shooting.
One day though, the time came for me to hang up the gloves. I retired.
Like Jordan and numerous other sports stars/celebs, I had forays back into the genre (at least 5 official retirements as far as I can remember), but really, it was over. I had discovered girls (somehow their presence had thusly eluded me behind the walls of the computer room and an Internet full of male gamers) and afternoons - and eventually weekends - we spent in admiration of the female form, rather than the pixelated masses of Chthon, Fiends, Vores and lightning-wielding Shamblers.
Most recently, I became aware of an online ability within the Playstation 3. This is a novel idea for a games console (yeah yeah, I know its not the first, the PS3 was last to the game, etc) and particularly when the PS holds the coveted title of ‘Gran Turismo bearer’.
Imagine the possibility. Playing GT. Over the wires. With mates from all over the globe.
The prospect was too much to bear. This added to the many reasons why I succumbed and bought a PS3.
Yesterday evening, MM and I embarked on a mighty adventure into the online world of Playstation. Once again, we were up and running almost instantly, no hitches, no delays (this is getting to be a habit with this PS3. Everything is far too easy) and without further adieu, we were MotorStorming our little hearts out.
And we would continue to do so for many hours hence.
There’s something about blasting over rough terrain, through mud and over canyons, carving passage through narrow ravines and soaring through the sky over impossible jumps in rough-and-tough Rally cars, Dirt Bikes, ATV’s, Buggys, that just gets the laughter rumbling.
A night time rally through a 4-lap stage with no headlights - just the dim Moonlight to guide you, praying you’re not going to hit a rock, or blast the Boost feature right as you clip the edge of a fallen tree sending you ass over handlebars in slow-motion shame.
MotorStorm is truly a fantastic piece of evolutionary gaming. It gets back to that ‘less is more’ concept. Few cool cars, big open track. And just go for it.
Ultimately, its a next-gen game - but luckily, it doesn’t suffer the next-gen curse that most seem to; That is all graphics, no gameplay. MotorStorm would have to be the most gamey game I’ve played since Quake.
So even while MM is riding alongside me, fists of his character punching madly at the air, hoping to connect with my green-suited biker, eventually spearing me off into the dirt, gravel and trees, you can’t help but cack yourself laughing.
Especially when all his concentration has been focussed so brutally on my own riders’ downfall, he fails to notice the wall rapidly approaching dead ahead.
I haven’t laughed as hard, for that long, in quite a while.

* possibly an exaggeration of the truth.