Hence the Name - Escort Missions - the Bane of my Gaming Existence

Ah, Escort Missions - I haven’t had a good rant about Escort Missions in a while. Our contestant tonight is Dead Rising 2: Case Zero (spoilers ahead).

Fasten your seat belts.  After all, I wouldn’t want you to get a boo-boo - ‘cause then I’d have to start the whole rant over from the beginning (or at least my last save point).

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The first Escort Mission I remember was, I think, X-Wing circa 1993.  At least that’s the first time I ever remember failing to make progress in a game because some stupid computer-controlled moron paying no attention to the obvious fact that he was in a combat zone that I had no influence over had done something idiotic and gotten his dipshit Freighter-flying ass blown to tiny little bloody pieces, sparkling forever as the drifted through the cold vacuum of space.

Published at September 10, 2010 ·  6 min read