Is Battlefield three Too Realistic?

With the advent of Battlefield three, I discover myself asking yourself are we as a culture addicted to death? Has the notion of life’s end been so taboo, so unspoken for so lengthy as to silently turn into an all pervasive obsession? Of course, the only certainties in life revolve about getting born and dying (often in that order, unless you happen to be a Buddhist of course), so it makes sense that death attributes heavily in our culture, nonetheless, it appears odd that in our species-wide clamour to steer clear of death, we Humans tend to locate ourselves dishing it out to others at alarmingly regular intervals.

Picture if we genuinely could just do away with men and women, if you could knife or shoot anybody who scuffed your shoe, or shoved past you at the train station. I’m the sort of half-mad misanthrope who truly does have a death list of men and women to put on ice if I ever got the opportunity, for infractions such as, but not restricted to taking advantage of Ladies that are passed out, attacking other individuals whilst in huge groups and beginning wars for personal profit. For those (and some others) I would gleefully, and with malice of forethought, kill your ass. Nevertheless, I believe we’re all a small like that these days. For those who want to develop these suggestions additional and kill but far more individuals whilst retaining occupancy a consequence-free of charge atmosphere, there’s constantly Battlefield three.

Following the mega-good results of the Call of Duty series, Battlefield three was drearily inevitable. In an era defined by guns, bombs, death and worry of terrorists in each cupboard and under every single bed, war simulations skyrocketed. Then, by taking their central protagonists away from the confines of Globe War Two retro chic or Tom Clancy-style covert operations and setting them down in the middle East, in the thick of the fighting and death-dealing to the most recent group of ‘bastards’ to reinvigorate America’s military-industrial complex, war games suddenly instigated what could be called ‘The Second Life World War’. In this war, gamers who had no desire to in fact enlist could act out their revenge fantasies on other gamers around the planet you could kill with no risk of being killed in the method. It’s such a simple concept, actually.

I’m not saying that Battlefield 3 is not a excellent game. It is. It is realistic, has fantastic graphics and hardcore, wince-inducing combat scenes. Its multiplayer is rapid as a whippet the morning after curry night and the places are painstakingly reassembled to look genuine sufficient that they could convincingly be featured on Google Earth. Battlefield three has a complex game engine, realistic damage (no walking away from, or even too near to, an exploding jeep for you, sir) and weapons that are exactly like the ones you’d be using if you had been posted there. If all that turns you on, then Battlefield 3 will not disappoint you, squire.

However, I’m confident it really is not just me who finds all this death just a small bit, nicely, depressing. It is not an accident that my generation seem to have co-opted corpses as role models and mourning as a lifestyle choice, death is everywhere. In reality, if you were an anthropologist from another culture studying us in the West, you’d be forgiven that we actually propagated an Aztec-style death worshipping culture that glamorized war, pain and suffering. Anyway, I’m certain you happen to be bored of my ranting (and besides, my word count’s up) I’m gonna go kill me some virtual asses! F.Y.I – The other great taboo in our culture is incest, just a tip for any game designers of the future who might be reading this…