I Feel Pretty, Oh So Pretty, Pretty And Witty And -
Now, I have to reveal a little bit of myself to you, Complex readers. I’m a former US Army infantryman with a firefight-heavy combat tour in Afghanistan under my camouflaged belt. I don’t tell you this to impress you; I tell you this so that when I say that the audio alone in BF3 is good enough to give me flashbacks, you know I mean it. I was playing the game with 5.1 surround sound cranked up, and the crack of a sniper’s bullet literally made me duck and consider running for cover. If you don’t have a surround system or can’t afford one, invest in a pair of headphones. The sound engineering is that good.
Graphically, the game is great, with excellent details and textures, and more lens flares here than a JJ Abrams movie. Many players’ complaints from the beta have been addressed, including the overpoweringly bright flashlights; still effective, just not brighter than the sun itself anymore. The background landscapes are almost photorealistic, and the draw distance is incredible, enabling visuals.
Love Is A Battlefield.
If I were trying to use one word to describe the multiplayer gameplay, it would be “satisfying.” But not “satisfying” like “adequate” or “just enough;” satisfying like your favorite Thanksgiving dinner. It’s deep, it’s good, and it makes you wonder why you would ever consider anything else. Where else can you get a 1,000 yard headshot in a game as a fellow team-member takes out a tank that’s barreling down on your position? Battlefield’s gameplay just fills your gamer-soul up in places you didn’t know were empty, satisfies gaming needs you didn’t know you had. Frankly, it’s a fantastic game, easily the best competitive shooter of 2011 (and yes, I’ve played the “esteemed competition”), and maybe of 2012 and 2013.
Basically, readers? Buy this game.