By Dermot
‘Don’t worry, your genetic code is being re-written, just hold on and you’ll be just fine’ Said Atlas ever so calmly. My response: ‘Yea, ONLY MY F******* GENETIC CODE!’
I am a harsh critic. I rate games very vigilantly and it takes a lot to convince me on something. But Bioshock, it takes the biscuit. Not only did it utterly thrill me, it physically got me jumping up and down as I stepped out of the Bathysphere for the first time. (Thought I was going something bad didn’t you? Kekekekeke) I…love…this…game…
It takes a lot for me to say that about any game. I know quite the few people who would say that I’m losing it and it’s not actually all that good. They can talk to Big Daddy thank you. This game was an achievement across all its platforms. Suffice to say I spend more time looking out windows than playing the game because the city of rapture is stunning. The visuals were carved from the flesh of the Gods.



