I frowned and complained and felt as if the whole house of cards were about to fall down. It was the first evidence of a portable reset button I'd seen a device to remove material or ignore events that prevent the machinery of the world from ticking along. The unnecessary truck vanished in what looked like the world's most feeble explosion that seemed to fall out of his palm and the soldier went on his way.
The game is mostly very good at responding to these nudges and interruptions to its routines, but in this particular instance, the soldier almost literally hand-waved the problem out of existence. I hoped that he'd at least have to maneuver his own vehicle around the empty one. Finding nobody inside (the driver was, in fact, en route to Mother Base – I'd Fulton'd the fuck out of him), he was puzzled and I was hoping to see him call in backup to remove the vehicle, either returning it to base or driving it off the map. He pulled up, clambered out of his own vehicle, and went to check on his fellow driver. I was initially delighted when a stolen truck parked across road attracted the attention of a passing driver. Until the last couple of days, I'd spent most of my time playing rather than progressing, pushing the behaviour of the AI and the world as far as I can and experimenting with the edges of things. Hanging out with a dog and living inside a box.Īll of these things happened. About having a helicopter play Thomas Dolby as it plucks me out of the danger zone. And about spending an in-game 24 hour cycle watching the inhabitants of a base while remaining unseen, occasionally causing a slight disturbance to distract a couple of soldiers, learning their habits while attempting to convince them that the area is haunted. I had told my sister about the time when I fired off two sniper rounds into a base from the crest of a hill and then shifted to a distant position, unseen in the night, and watched as the enemy lit up the area with flares and sent out search parties to check behind every rock. There are spoilers about Quiet, including the end of her story, in the second half of this feature. I had been raving about the things I liked about the game, and when the conversation turned to flaws, it turns out it's the small things that disturb the experience more for me than those bigger talking points. I'd been talking about the game for days but hadn't mentioned Quiet, your sniper buddy. She had no interest in Metal Gear Solid, but eventually my incessant chatter caused her to look into The Phantom Pain. We're very close but live far apart so we tend to speak almost every day, not so much about our lives as about the things that distract us from our lives.
It's been days since I wanted to talk about anything other than Metal Gear Solid.
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