ahh, the pleasures of a simple life. fireworks. the beer you share with friends on a summer’s evening. puppies. technology, of course, has added bits and pieces to the list. a stable internet connection, for example. gamers go a step further and contemplate the joy of a dedicated server. now, some of us may think ‘oh fuck off, please. i seriously can think of a better way to spend money’.
look at it this way: how many of us insist on being the host for a game, especially if we don’t know the other players? frankly, i rarely ever do it any other way. maybe it’s a control issue, but i like being able to know my connection is reliable. plus, i like being able to boot offensive players. i do the same thing when i pop in games like rainbow six vegas 2.
i read something the other day about being able to rent space on a game server. now i love ars technica, but they really dork out in their article ‘Coming home: a Bad Company 2 server to call your own‘. everything you could ever possibly want is explained. apparently, it costs $210 to rent a bad company 2 server for six months from gameservers.com. their points focused on being able to listen to people’s chatter, which will probably never get old. their best point was that it’s being able to build your own community. they liken it to it being like a bar, where everyone knows your name. kind of a cool situation to find yourself in, actually. the gaming community is a treasure trove of talent, a place for the funny and articulate shy folk of the world to gather. personally, i see it as hosting a party at my place, rather than entertain at a lounge or bar, or going to someone’s house. hosting, no matter what shape it takes, is nice to do every so often, you know?
what does it also do? STOPS CHEATING, since you can play with everyone you know. i’ve been pretty reluctant about playing multi-player on this game. i tried it around when it first launched, and the game experience was like hanging out with your friend’s whiny little bitch of a boyfriend for 20 minutes. you WANT to like it, you truly do, but you’d rather pretend to be helen keller or something.