Angelo took to Time Crisis after Alex. A test of reflexes, with a shock when you get hit? Angelo pondered. He played a few times, but getting hit was something that kind of came natural, especially towards the end of the first level. The game had tendencies to throw enemies at you in interesting ways, parachuting, jumping in front of you, even crashing through objects. Most the enemies did nothing, but the ones that did were easy enough to spot. They were marked. All you had to do was hide for a bit, then pop out again, praying he's not still shooting, and get him.
Angelo picked up his light gun and took to the game. Things were hectic, far more than normal. Terrorists and civilians were flooding the screen, within a few seconds, a few accurate shots came in to him. In a panic, he took cover. This was more than he was used to, seeming pretty impossible. It was like a weave of near indistinguishable people, some good, some bad. Angelo got out and shot at 3 terrorists closest to him before taking a shot. He stomped on the pedal as his breath was taken away. It felt as if the demons returned for another blow. The video games suddenly made sense in terms of training. Angelo gritted his teeth and no longer looked at it as a game, but as what he needed to do to prove himself.
He released the pedal and shot at everyone looking at him funny. He was getting into a rhythm of jumping out and popping in. Through out the rest of the game, he only lost one more life, and that was from a civilian being just in front of his last target. A double tap got both, but Angelo still felt it. He looked at the now finished screen as a big B.
Not exactly as lightning fast as I'd like.
Angelo picked up his light gun and took to the game. Things were hectic, far more than normal. Terrorists and civilians were flooding the screen, within a few seconds, a few accurate shots came in to him. In a panic, he took cover. This was more than he was used to, seeming pretty impossible. It was like a weave of near indistinguishable people, some good, some bad. Angelo got out and shot at 3 terrorists closest to him before taking a shot. He stomped on the pedal as his breath was taken away. It felt as if the demons returned for another blow. The video games suddenly made sense in terms of training. Angelo gritted his teeth and no longer looked at it as a game, but as what he needed to do to prove himself.
He released the pedal and shot at everyone looking at him funny. He was getting into a rhythm of jumping out and popping in. Through out the rest of the game, he only lost one more life, and that was from a civilian being just in front of his last target. A double tap got both, but Angelo still felt it. He looked at the now finished screen as a big B.
Not exactly as lightning fast as I'd like.