Oh, sweet Lord, was it really existence you created in 7 days? Or was it Uno? If it was Uno you created, that day of rest would have been the most exquisite of bean-bag relaxing moments.
Let’s talk talk. Talking is a magnificent thing. Communication, in all forms, is the thing that connects us with people we know, and don’t know. Communication is a passionate art-form, a photo that can never be taken, and Uno provides you with a canvas of worldly-art.
The intensive graphics in Uno were the apparent cause of all 360 meltdowns.
Uno places you in a room, a room that contains cards. Uno then introduces three other people into this room. Some of them have faces, some of them don’t. Some have voices, other’s remain silent and calm. There’s trepidation in the air. Will these people be friend, or foe? Will I connect with them? Will they accept my friend request, or will they shun me into a world of shadows?
Uno takes the world of seedy gambling, and floods it with neon. Throws you into a retro-futuristic ensemble of colours and numbers, urging you on, forcing you to play as you communicate with the other players, locked in by your surroundings. You are face to face with these random challengers, picked (randomly? Or by fate?) to play against you, with you, for you.
Words begin to flow like wine from a freshly smashed barrel of grapes. A faint hello from one side of the room, followed by eager greetings from another. Conversation seeps from mouths like fresh drool from a babies mewling face.
A snowball rolls down a hill somewhere in the metaphor, rolling and rolling as people tell you of their Star Trek collection. Someone called Gr33t1ngs tells you he was once a Bus Driver in Leeds, but he got the sack for snorting poppers on his rounds.
Come on, feel the nice.
JackPanther opens his heart to you, telling you all about the time he was in the army, forcing his wife to move in with the next door neighbour, Geoff. His tears drip into the microphone as he does a Goatse at the Live Camera.
Uno. A world away from games, a world in itself. This is a room with 3 windows, a room where you can, if only for a second, take a gander into the worlds of the great unwashed, the united front of bored housewives and pregnant teens, the unruly salivation of a world who cannot abide with strict rules and quick reactions.
A powerfully rich, thought-provoking game, brought to you by the great collective conscious. Martin Luther King once said “Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted”, Uno is the pearl in Mr King’s delicious oyster.
The price of salvation is 400 Microsoft Points.
190 days ago
You forgot the real reason we all play Uno.. the small possibity of Uno Boobies!!