Bioshock and why I don't like it to an extent

Never play Bioshock through the night. I felt like I could shit my heart out while playing the game. Twice.

There was a moment when I was just searching the storage locker for some Pistol Ammo, everything's cool. The sound of a leaking pipe emanates throughout the poorly-lit morgue. I turn around and GOOD LORD a damn splicer stands just some centimetres behind me. Just looking at me with those forlorn eyes. I struggle to climb back up to my chair. My middle finger is convulsing uncontrollably as I desperately attempt to use the mouse wheel to select my Shotgun. I was going to destroy this idiot for scaring the shit out of me. BAM! A shot straight through the chest as the Splicer flies in the opposite direction, landing a few metres from where the autopsy table stands. I try to calm my breathing and appreciate how this game can screw me just like that :)

That said, Bioshock is a lovely game. I really like the setting of everything. Imagine a vast underwater utopia. On the ocean floor of the Arctic Ocean. Now, imagine a disaster that breaks out in this underwater city, everything is destroyed. All that remains are debris, remains of once great civilisation. Throw in an Ex-Marine stranded in the middle of the ocean, who somehow finds his way into this hellhole filled with drug-induced zombies and you have Bioshock. This really isn't a review as it is a very detailed anecdote. Technically, if the information at IGN FAQs is realiable, I'm only 60% done with the game. and I can't wait for more of these fantastic, horribly traumatizing game experiences.

I'll probably do a review once I'm done.