It was around about the time that after having assembled two of the three fragments of the God Mask and traversed through the land of Death, I found myself clinging onto the side of the humongous skeleton of a dragon. As the wind whistled through my air, clawing at my armour and practically begging for me to release my hold on the bones my gauntlet was grappling onto, I was struck with a sudden realisation. After all, this was the sixth or seventh time I was holding onto this particular bone because there was a really annoying system where I had to hold down R2 at random points and if I didn't I'd get flung off and have to climb the dragon from the very beginning all over again. And I realised for all the cinematic atmosphere, the pumping soundtrack, the dust spilling by on the screen, I wasn't having fun. I was actually getting quite frustrated.
And Castlevania: Lords of Shadow isn't the only video game to receive my colourful language-filled rants directed at my tv. Dishonoured, Ico and Catherine have all been victim to my bursts of outrage. Whatever the game, it appears that my enjoyment of them is, uh, limited at best. Maybe I'm still just quick to anger, maybe I'm just not playing good video games or maybe I am just not in a gaming mood. Either way, I suppose I just need to chill. I'm sure games are meant to be more cathartic than this.