Dragonball Z: Raging Blast or My Wife?

Much to my wife’s chagrin, I play video games. I don’t play many; just two or three titles, but I play those two or three titles a lot. Until some time back, one of my favourite games to play used to be situs judi casino online but I have moved over that now.  All good though. I also cook and kill spiders (not consecutively), so I figure it’s a wash. One of the two or three titles I follow religiously – and I don’t mean often; I mean, invoking a religious experience – is Dragonball Z. . . I’ll pause while the kids explain what this is to the adults and the rest of you stop laughing.

Thank you.

The most recent iteration of the series for XBox360, Dragonball Z: Raging Blast, has been one of my obsessions for the past several months since my November 9, 2009 FedEx vigil awaiting it’s arrival through the mail.

What do I love about Raging Blast?

Look, I’m a Dragonball junkie. I admit it. Dragonball is essentially a Japanese version of Superman (I’m not saying this is purposeful, just the same affect). The main character, Goku, is sent from another planet which he adopts as his home and defends to the death. In a lot of ways I actually prefer Dragonball to Superman because Dragonball shows some aspects of the superhuman character that Superman doesn’t necessarily delve into: the training of the superhuman child; mortal injuries; marriage; goofiness.

I love the anime. Love the bawdy humor. I even love the fact that one of the characters, Mr. Popo, appears to be a racist caricature. Racism existed in the past and still exists today; understanding the history of racism and it’s manifestations like, blackface, is important in overcoming racism and identifying when it occurs today. The character of Mr. Popo, does not conduct himself in an offensive manner (as far as I’m concerned) despite the racial overtones apparent in how the character actually looks. So, I view the Mr. Popo character as what President Obama might call a “teachable moment.”

So, you’ve got this game, Raging Blast where you can manipulate these characters that I love, and oh yeah, when you finally figure the game out you can open up a 24-case of imported whoop-ass. So, I have a couple of beers . . . or whatever . . . pop in Raging Blast; and essentially interact with the cartoon I love and other people online.

Aside from potential divorce, what’s the downside?

The game is kind of hard to play. Maybe my old fingers have lost some dexterity, but the aspect of the game requiring players to rotate their joysticks (not sure how to describe that in a less phallic way) to accomplish an exchange of blows (sorry) is not only maddeningly difficult to pull off, but annoying. I look like a crazy person contorting my face; knees akimbo; wrestling with the controller. My wife is already pissed off about me playing the damn game; now I gotta look like a jerk while I’m playing? That’s no good.

There’s also the matter of XBoxLive play against online competition. Similar to its predecessor, Dragonball: Burst Limit, Raging Blast levies no penalty for players that quit in the middle of battle game. No points lost or anything; just move along. Also, no good.

At the end of the day, I love this game because I love the series. If you’re a fan definitely pick it up, if you’re more casual about the series, make dinner for your wife.