Wheeeee! Or Wiiiiii! Or something.
Anyhow, Rachel was talking about this game they had, called ‘Endless Ocean’, the other night. In this game, you don’t shoot things up or rescue princesses. You dive in the South Pacific and learn about sea creatures! THIS is my kind of game, so she kindly invited me over tonight to try it.
I hadn’t realized it was a Wii game.
I am somewhat resistant to new gaming platforms. Part of this is the fact that games seldom capture my interest. I don’t care about turf, or bullets expended, or capturing the most deep-space cargo ships. So even when the Wii came along and people were doing yoga and guitar stuff and whatnot, I said, “Enh,” and continued reading/watching TV/blogging simultaneously. Generally, I think I should wait until we discover a way to wetwire ideas directly into our heads and we kill off the human race because we are unable to make the simplest decisions wthout a megacorporation feeding us the subroutine I find a game I really like. Ahem.
So I was wary of the Wii. But I really shouldn’t have been. Also, I should have been studying my tropical fish beforehand, as Rachel’s five-year-old son was so much better the marine biologist than me.
It was embarassing, but it was also a lot of fun. “Look, it’s some kind of parrot fish,” I said, my control wobbly as I swam in circles.
“It’s a Blue Tang!” B leaped across in front of me.
Seriously, that kid schooled me (see what I did there?) about the fish in this ocean.
But I got past the humiliation to eat some pizza and (maybe) train a dolphin. If I shake the Wii controller at it, it does tricks. I don’t really know how that works, though.
I am glad we don’t own a Wii, because this game could eat up a lot of my time.
Rachel, if I try to move into your living room, please call the police.