Play on: PC, Xbox, PlayStation, Switch
Current goal: Face Godzilla and survive!
I have a complicated relationship with Fortnite these days. It feels like the game has strayed far from its spectacular first year, when there were no bots, when every match threw both skilled and unskilled players into the fray. randomness, comedy and loss. Now that refreshing experience is gone, replaced by a lukewarm bath where most of the enemies you encounter are bots making half-hearted attacks, essentially serving themselves to you for execution on a silver platter. Gone too are the ethereal, mysterious clues to the story, which were largely left open to interpretation. Now it’s all MMORPG-style quests and chatty characters representing standard video game lore, while more and more characters from popular “IPs” (blech) hit the store every week, eliminating any distinctive identity of their own Fortnite they may have once had and turned it into a corporate dystopia a la Ready Player One.
And yet I am not immune to it Fortnitepull. It’s still a game I can really play feel the ground beneath me; I love the ease with which I can run, slide, jump and flatten around the map. On a challenging day, I still have a habit of logging in and quickly completing three daily tasks to gain some simple XP, and it’s an activity I can lose myself in for a while. And I’m certainly not immune to it Fortnitea spectacle, especially when it does something crazy on a scale that few other games can match. Right now is the moment where Godzilla, King of the Monsters, has a chance to appear in every match. I saw a video online of what it’s like to play as a substantial guy and it looks amazing, the sense of scale and his destructive power seemed just right. I suspect I’ll be playing a lot more this weekend Fortnite than usual, hoping to experience the enormity of all this destructive power from the point of view of a puny human, and fleeing from something that actually seems extremely hazardous. So hey if you happen to play Fortnite this weekend you will turn into Godzilla and then you will see me as a diminutive speck running somewhere far below, please don’t hurt me. I mean you won’t get hurt! —Caroline Petit
