Ken Levine, you dirty, bearded Jezebel. Promising boys and girls of Gaia thoughtful storytelling with engrossing action, those of us eagerly anticipating Infinite instead find ourselves in this moment - like so many dismal others that have come before it - watching the newest trailer. Indeed, like so many sad sacks, we head down to the great strip club that is the Internet, forever taunting our collective libido with yet another lap dance that, rather that satisfying our most base urges, culminates in a night of shame, cold showers, and many, many tears.
Angst aside, the trailer continues to build on the themes set by previous snippets: Plot elements are introduced, Skylines propel our protagonist about Columbia amidst hails of gunfire, and of course, Songbird glares in a rather menacing fashion. Without uttering too much else, it's safe to say that, at least for me, Infinite still looks like a promising affair. As a fellow writer noted on The Facebook, it's going to be interesting to see how Levine & Co. handle the theme of American nationalism - something you foreigners/lesser beings fail to appreciate, because you hate freedom or something. One of my favorite aspects of the original BioShock was that it's story had a certain kind of grace. Rather than coming right out with an agenda, it was more of an examination of Objectivist theory: it's appeal, the socio-economic dynamic created by it, and of course, the contractions that might lead to its downfall. Hopefully the forthcoming game will follow in the footsteps of its predecessor.