An inFamously Forgotten And Fun-Infused Feeling
Rediscovering something and experiencing nostalgia are two similar feelings that are often part of a contrived mixture of emotions.
Not too long ago I stole a whole bunch of CDs from the local music store — these CDs were being listened to, to the point of forming cracks, by my brother and I. I went in with a game plan and threw those I yearned for again in a very inconspicuous and cattle-sized bag with yellow reflector lines on both sides and two red flickering lights. After leaving the holding cells the following day, I made my way over to and asked the aforementioned brother to borrow his own copies. (Much easier and friendlier, I must add.)
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The absolute joy of rediscovering these music tracks helped a great deal in aiding a pained mental state. All of this brings me to something I experienced during the weekend, one night. (No, not that.) For some unknowable ice-cream reason I continued my second playthrough of inFamous 2.
I completed the game the first time quite some time ago, being a total saint and almost immediately started the game and proceeded as a completely sadistic lunatic. Many, many months have gone past and I just never got around to finishing that second playthrough. I started the game up on Saturday evening, attired myself in a lovable yet caring Reaper costume (as seen above) and was astounded by my failing to recollect something about the game.
This game is so damn fun. How did I forget this?
Sure, I’m playing as a complete nutter and jumping on cars, lifting them up and throwing them at everyone’s faces. I was so much more cautious the first time around when trying to hit or shoot electricity at enemies and avoiding civilians, but now I’m a plain street performer-hating madman.
I’ll state again by saying that I completely forgot how much fun I had with this game.
This is not the same as nostalgia, but it relatively feels alike. It is not an old game, so I don’t want to call this nostalgia. Can any Second Son tell me what this is called?