Against my better judgement, I have continued my battle to become a competent brawler in daft fighting game Tekken 7. In the realm of biffing games, Tekken is an angry, side-stepping maniac who likes to play dress-up before battering its victims into a pulpy mess. I like it very much. Last night, I accumulated eleven wins in a row, eight of which were against a single opponent who simply refused to give up, resulting in mixed feelings of accomplishment, pity, pride and bloodlust.
Punchgame enthusiasts will find nothing new or impressive in this short story, but as a newcomer, it s interesting to discover the hidden language of fighters, not just in the ring but also during the bits in-between, like the matchmaking itself. (more…)