Accommodating article on Graffiti Alley

December 13, 2010 - 11:21 am Comments Off

I had high hopes for Mazes of Fate DS, but after an hour of solid playing I’ve come to some conclusions.The game, at first glance seems awesome, you can choose one of several pre-set character types, like a warrior, thief, etc..or you can completely make your own, setting your skill points where you want em, creating a unique character.Then you start playing and really see how choppy and bad the graphics are, well, graphics aren’t everything right? so that might be over lookable..but what isn’t is the actual gameplay.The controls work, but not very well. The dungeons in the game are all mazes, as the title suggests, but where it SHOULD be fun exploring them, it isn’t..it’s tiresome and boring.And don’t plan on doing any treasure hunting, finding cool weapons, armor, etc..because it’s seriously FEW and far between. What you end up doing is running in circles for an hour, or swinging about 50 times at a rat and missing every time.When you aren’t in a dungeon the graphics are even worse.

What do you think of the beginning of this story?
Criticism very welcome but please keep in mind that I am only twelve. Also note that I am quite intelligent; I go to a selective school etc. So please make your criticisms with this in mind. Thank you. Oh actually one more thing. You don’t have to read all of it if you don’t want to…It is a fairly long piece. Chapter One We sat on the top of our bus shelter watching the world go by. The sun was just setting, and the footpaths were busy with slapping feet. The litter swirled in the gutters and the plastic covering the windows of a smashed up shop flapped in the chilly wind. “So, what are we gonna do tonight?”I flipped up the hood of my long, grey hoodie and tucked my knees into my chest. Staring at my scuffed high tops I replied to my boyfriend’s question. “Drain, maybe… Got your paint?”“Yeah,” Chaz answered, squinting into his stained backpack. In unspoken agreement, we jumped off the bus shelter onto the grimy pavement and jumped on our bikes. Strands of my long black hair escaped my hood and curled around my face as my hood slipped off. The wind whooshed past as I dodged between pedestrians, bunny hopping and popping a wheelie when I had space. Chaz was right behind, grinning, his brown hair slicked back by the breeze. I didn’t hesitate to cut through deserted side streets and alleys; I knew the way. The grey shadows stretched longer in the twilight, and my heart pounded in anticipation of the night ahead. I had been hanging with Chaz every night since age ten, but it never got old. Whether we were just sitting on the bus shelter or mucking around on the bikes, we always found a way to make every night different. Now we were fourteen, we had added many different activities Graffiti Alley to our nightly schedule. Graffiti and shop lifting were daily pastimes where we lived, and it wasn’t hard to get into it. The adrenaline pulsing through you when you sprayed your tag on a wall, or slipped an invaluable item from the newsagents into your hoodie, was irreplaceable. Backpacks bouncing, we hopped onto park benches and down stairs, twisting and jumping with a practiced confidence. Finally we reached the drain, and dropped our BMXs, panting.“Beat you by a mile.” I teased, winking at Chaz. “No chance babe, no chance,” He replied smiling. He slid his backpack off and balanced it on the seat of his rusty bike, pulling out two cans of spray paint. He chucked me the red one, and I turned swiftly to survey the walls. Winding colours, telling stories of rebelling and determination, rule breaking and defiance. I picked out my own story through the mass; cold nights with my best friend, breaking rules because there was nothing else to do. Stepping forward, I raised my arm to add a new chapter, as I heard the hiss of Chaz doing the same on the wall behind. When I was finished, I strode back to admire my work. The bright, dripping red was my symbol of rebellion, and I was proud. “Right, moving on?” Chaz’s voice echoed in the large drain.“Never gets old does it?” I answered as we picked up our bikes. Chaz nodded his agreement thoughtfully, and we set off again. We had no real path this time, just riding wherever we felt like, enjoying the wind in our faces. Somehow we made it back to our bus shelter, and hoisted ourselves up. We just lay looking at the stars for I don’t know how long, but time didn’t matter because I was with Chaz. His scarred hand found mine in the dark and I turned to look into his eyes. A teasing smile spread across his face and he leant forward to kiss me cheekily. Most would not agree that a dirty bus shelter on a city street could be romantic, but I tell you from personal experience, it can. The next morning, I woke up in Chaz’s familiar bedroom, under his comforting batman duvet. I yawned and stretched, then clambered up and wandered in my pajama pants and singlet to his kitchen. His mum was at the kettle, also in her sleep clothes. “Morning babe. Coffee?” She asked smiling. “Thanks,” I replied, grinning back. “How was your night?”“Oh, the usual…Yours?”“We went to the drain and then just hung out on the shelter, nothing major.” Chaz appeared from the bathroom as I said this, hair messy from sleep. I got up and ruffled his fringe, laughing at the mischievous raising of his eyebrows. I squealed in protest when he picked me up by the waist and spun me round. “What’s on for today babes?” He asked, sitting down with me on his lap. “Whatever, I’m cool.”“The footy it is then!” Chaz said triumphantly. I sighed in exasperation as he gave a whoop of celebration. I got up to make myself some toast as Chaz’s mum shot me a sympathetic look.I stared at my limited selection of clothes in despair. I pulled my straight back hair into a high pony tail that tickled my back. My purple high top sneakers were a definite. As was Chaz’s first present to me, a black flat cap. Deciding grudgingly on my black skinnys and grey hoodie, I pulled on my clothes and went to meet Chaz. We Oh damn it doesn’t show it all

By the way because this is not showing all i have done, there is no real plot yet so please don’t critic my plot because there isn’t one yet. So get lost person commenting below.
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