Dead Island: My PS3 Struggle, Why I Will Never Shop in Game Again, and How I Got A Free Forrest Gump DVD

STORY TIME!

In the Christmas of 2012, I was 16 years old with a ton of exams and very little money. Owning a PS3 was 100% out the question - they were still going for far more than I could hope to afford, and even if I was handed the money and went and bought the console, I couldn't afford any games for it. It would just be a really expensive decorative item. But then my younger sister managed to land one
of those elusive Saturday jobs, and splashed out on a PlayStation with her first pay packet (I was earning £30 every fortnight). It was revolutionary. I remember it like it was the biggest event of my life (and to be fair at that point it came largely secondary to ASs and Uni applications), my sister called me while I was out and gave me the news. Immediately I stormed into the nearest CeX and picked up the first game I saw - just to check out the system. I didn't know at that time that I had started what was going to be the most enjoyable gameplay experience I have yet to encounter, and as I handed over the £10 note (regrettably I had to forego the Subway I had planned for later as a result) and received my copy of Dead Island back, I felt sound in the knowledge I was jumping on the up-to-date gaming bandwagon.

Funny, gory, and just all round fun to engage in, Dead Island quickly became the only game played on the PS3. My sister had Skyrim and GTA for it but rarely got a word in edge ways in terms of the ownership of her PlayStation. Weapon modifications, the sometimes stunning visuals (you have to remember my gaming largely consisted of £1.50 PS2 games prior to my PS3 revolution), and the constant zombie-bashing opportunities meant I was totally hooked on the game. It was the game that I waited impatiently for my parents to go to bed for, so that I could turn to my sister, give her a look and we would both silently celebrate that it was finally time to play (Mum was not a fan of the bludgeoning, slicing, and electrocuting that had become a large part of my life). It was the game I played with my then-boyfriend for hours, becoming more and more frustrated with his (in my mind) poor technique, and then even angrier when he defeated the 'Thug' zombie in the garage that had managed to outwit me many times before. 

There were a few choice words from my sister when Uni came around and I asked if I could take the PS3. It was a long shot, and I ended up leaving for Exeter with no games console to call my own apart from a £20 PS2 that I bought as a commiseration (and the damn thing didn't work). 

The next chapter in my Dead Island story comes after I was (again) in CeX over the Christmas holidays. Looking at the PS3 section wistfully once more (as was tradition), I see a guy standing in the queue holding a PS3. Something could happen here, and something beautiful did happen. The guy saw me looking at the consoles and asked me if I was looking to buy. Trying to contain my desperate need for some kind of console, I said I was and he told me how he was trying to sell - nowhere would take it because the controller was pretty busted. He offered it to me for £50. This is a guy in the street, trying to sell me not only a PS3 but also a story about how he's getting rid of all his stuff to move to Paris to be with his girlfriend (I was wary). We agreed at £35, I had no idea if it worked or not and he really wanted to shift this PS3 - I didn't dwell on his dubious story, I wanted that damn PS3. It was glorious, mostly because it worked. I had pulled off every dream I ever had since those lonely days of 2012 and gained a 120gb PS3 slim for £35 that worked as if it were brand new (and got a free Forrest Gump DVD that was still inside - bonus). It says a lot about a game though, when I say that the only reason I was still searching for a PS3 at that time was to play Dead Island again at uni. And I did. I finished Dead Island in my second term after having to restart it with uni mates after we holed up in my friends room which I dubbed 'The PlayStation Station'. Playing Dead Island all day, everyday for about 3 weeks, it was a race to finish the game before term ended for summer. We managed it with literally minutes to spare before one of us had to leave for home, after a very tense boss battle and a lot of screaming.

So when I was in Game looking for Dead Island Riptide on my 19th birthday, I was shocked when the employee asked why I wanted such a 'crap' game. I put him firmly in his place, admittedly to the embarrassment of my mother, and walked out the shop. I know Dead Island gets some stick - the trailer built up a lot more expectation for the storyline than was necessary for a game with little emphasis on story, but it's still my go-to game for an assured good time. It lends itself to casual, do a mission here, build a weapon there gameplay ideal for half hour sessions if you've got somewhere to be, but can be played for hours on end at the same time. Play for days and never be put in the same situation twice, even if you die and have to restart something. You're always moving forward in this game, the zombies stay dead even if you end up dead with them, meaning you are always progressing - something that keeps bringing me back to the island and its characters.

Dead Island 2 is PS4 only. This is a circular story because there is no way I can afford a PS4 right now. I might just have to start dropping hints at my sister or hang around CeX in a couple of years looking for a shifty guy moving to Paris.