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It all went horribly wrong...
Success in a game is often a matter of performing the same actions as everybody else; failure on the other hand is personal and unique. It's time to embrace that uniqueness.
Having just completed a mission in Far Cry 2 for Nasreen I was heading to a distant safe house when my jeep was rammed. Jumping out I threw a Molotov at the pursuing vehicle. The Molotov hit the driver setting him on fire and killing him almost instantly.
Ducking behind my own jeep I drew my Silenced MP-5 and after a brief game of cat and mouse around some nearby trees I was able to to finish off the second mercenary with a burst to the chest. While I'd been otherwise occupied the fire from my Molotov had ignited their jeep and as I watched it started to spread toward mine.
I sprinted back in an attempt to reach it and drive away before it too could catch fire. I was forced to turn away at the last moment as, already damaged from the initial crash, it exploded, taking a significant portion of my health with it and leaving me standing in the middle of nowhere.
Automatically my finger reached out towards the F9 key, time for a Quickload...
Wait that's not what happened...
... I pulled out my map, orientated myself with the nearest safe house and started walking. Everything that happened over the next ten minutes, a checkpoint skirmish, a run in with a Zebra, and locating one of The Jackal's tapes, occurred because I'd managed to blow up my own jeep.
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Grand Theft Africa..?In one sense I'd failed, and in a myriad other games I would simply have reloaded and tried again. In other games there often develops a compulsion to do things 'correctly'. A need to isolate the optimum route through an encounter so as to maximise efficiency and minimize use of resources: ammunition, medical kits, time. Though I've fallen prey to that mentality myself I do wonder why it's so easy to fall into that mind set. A byproduct of the arcade era when failure meant death and the inevitable need to feed the cabinet more loose change?
Thinking back over games I've enjoyed I've found the strongest memories are not of moments where my carefully laid plans succeeded, but moments where everything went horribly wrong. Mistiming a blackjack attempt on a Mechanist in Thief II: The Metal Age and having to leap off a balcony to get away; the flight from the police in Grand Theft Auto IV that lead to a head on collision and Niko Bellic's body flying through the windscreen into the water.
There is a pleasure in succeeding, in forming a plan and executing it flawlessly, but there's also pleasure, of a different kind, in failure. Consider the moments in games you remember clearest, I'll go out on a limb and say that likely three quarters of those moments are not when things went according to plan, they are instead those times when everything went horribly, anarchically and brilliantly wrong.
There's something distinctly personal about failure. If you succeed you are following the the path of dozens of people before you, but each failure, and your reaction to it, is uniquely and specifically yours. Nobody else has failed in quite the same way or under quite the same circumstances as you.
It's time to embrace failure, accept it and keep playing, adapt and improvise. Some of the most interesting experiences you'll have with a game will likely stem from those times when you are required to think on your feet, to react to the unexpected and the calamitous.
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