After spending hours wandering aimlessly around the streets of Chicago this weekend, I was tailed by a grand total of zero people in Watch Dogs. Looks like I’ll never be getting that platinum trophy, because no one in the world feels like helping me out. (Though I suppose there’s a solid chance the matchmaking is just still busted, too.) Either way, I’m giving up for the time being, because having absolutely jack-all to do while I’m waiting on other people to give me that last trophy makes for a pretty mind-numbingly stupid grind. Way to design, Ubisoft. Way to design.
This weekend, I find myself in possession of the office Wii U, so I’ll be diving into Mario Kart 8 online in earnest. I’ve played a few matches so far, and I’ve come to two conclusions: One, I hate every second of it. Two, I’m having a lot of fun. The hate comes from the fact that, well, it doesn’t feel like I’m really playing the game so much as making vague suggestions as to how far out of first place I should finish. At the end of the day, the mystical arbiter of red shells and boost mushrooms gets to make the final call. I’ve never played a racing game where I so regularly finish in second place one race and twelfth the next. But I’m still entertained, if only because I know everyone else is suffering the exact same roller coaster of emotion. I still say Sonic & All-Stars Racing Transformed is a better game, though.