If it came down to it, I could probably be described as quintessentially girly. While clothes and boys aren’t quite the only things I care about, they definitely occupy a large portion of my thoughts at any given time. This femininity extends to my gaming, seeing as I favor fluffy titles such as The Sims or Diddy Kong Racing over the new Bloody Mayhem Part 94835 or Madden 2009. However, when I played Harry Potter; Quidditch World Cup, the sportiest game I’ve played to date, I enjoyed it so much that I almost wished testosterone would work its elusive magic and sprout me a brand new set of huevos.
I chose my team (Gryffindor, like totally, duh) and played some practice exercises to get the hang of the game. (Warning: Quidditch terms ahead). I found that the Chasers are easy to maneuver, and passing is relatively simple. Unfortunately, I couldn’t really work the Beaters, but that’s okay because I love being the Seeker. After a few “challenges” designed to help the player grasp the rudimentary basics of the game, I felt ready for action.
My first Quidditch game went well. Not knowing anything about sports games, I expected that I’d be one single character for the entire game… not realizing that the control shifted to whatever player possessed the ball at that moment. This was amazing. I could manipulate the easy-to-handle controls, pass the Quaffle, and the second it left my grasp be back in control! I am very easily entertained, yes, but this was really earth-shattering. However, my excitement didn’t get the best of me… I beat Hufflepuff.
I would recommend this game to any casual gamer, especially one that loves Harry Potter. It’s not hard to get the hang of it, and pretending to be Harry is really fun if you’re bored.