|In threes, like celebrity deaths, but happier|
TomChick - News - 02/28/08 - Link
Platform juggling keeps a fellow busy, particularly if he wants to claim that he's platform agnostic. That takes work. It takes a lot of time and energy to pretend to love the Wii, to once again welcome your 360 back from the Microsoft repair center, and to reluctantly giving the PS3 props for ending up on the winning side of the Blu-Ray/HD-DVD wars. With all the fussing and fighting, it's easy to lose sight of one of the fiercest battlegrounds for gamer hearts and minds: handhelds.
For an avowed platform agnostic like me, it tends to go in waves. I was at the tail end of a Nintendo DS phase that began with Advance Wars: Days of Ruin, picked up serious steam with Professor Layton and the Curious Village, and was all set to coast for a while with my first foray in an Ace Attorney game with Apollo Justice. Heck, I didn't even know where my PSP's power cable was. Probably in a closet in a box with the Nokia nGage I never threw out.
But then along came a ruthless Nintendo-killing triumvirate of PSP games. First there's Wipeout: Pulse, easily the best handheld racing game. That's right, Mario Kart, you've been bumped. Then there's God of War: Chains of Olympus, which is simply a passable God of War, but that's all it has to be: more boobs, more blood, more beefcake. And now there's Patapon. Holy cats. Patapon. What a thing of happiness-inducing joy and beauty. Words fail me, so I'll just say Don, DonDon, DonDon.
Okay, Nintendo, your move. What are you going to do to make me dig up my DS' power cable?