Reddit reviews Geist - Gamecube
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Explore the compound as a ghost, then possess more than a dozen unique character types -- use their weapons, equipment, skills, and even memories, to complete your goalsChoose different characters and see the world in different ways - from soldiers with guns to dog- and mouse-like creaturesTravel through the human world virtually unseen, using your abilities to slip through cracks, interfere with electronics, move objects and moreCollect the energy of other spirits to help unravel the mystery and build your own powerAll-new multiplayer modes combine first-person combat with unique ghost and possession mechanics
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I've posted this elsewhere, but I'm certain you haven't read it so it'll be new to you. :P Here's what I want: Geist for Gamecube. I'm new to this and I'm not sure how this whole gifting thing works, but I can cover the shipping. Without further ado:
I used to be in Boy Scouts. Our troop staffed a Cub Scout event at camp once. We thought the main issue would be the rampant children; but as it turned out, the gauntlet of needlessly menial jobs assigned to us by the camp director would be the death of us. At first we were given easy enough jobs, such as filling the water coolers and helping the Cub Scouts set up their tents, but things only became progressively worse.
As the first step of our tragic saga, we were ordered to fill two huge cattle troughs roughly two hundred feet out of the range of the nearest water hose. The troughs couldn't be moved nearer to the hose for reasons unclear to us. It was rather unclear what the purpose of the task was at all; but we carried on without complaint, unaware of the horrors laid out before us. To fill them, we had to carry small water-coolers full of water back and forth no less than two hundred times, sloshing water on us the entire time. While it seemed bad at the time, we were inspired to move forward because we thought the end would be near in coming. We were wrong. In retrospect, it was only the beginning.
After finishing this, we were then handed two boxes full of pieces of fishing line, each of which had a Styrofoam block affixed to one end and a rock with a letter painted on it on the other. There were 156 of these, because 26 letters weren't good enough for the Boy Scouts of America. We were given no other instructions other than to put three sets of the alphabet into both of the earlier filled troughs. We thought that this would be an easy enough task after having been soaked and exhausted by the first. Alas, there was one small catch: whoever had made these delightful curios had decided it would be a great idea to throw them into a couple of boxes for someone else to figure out. The end result was a knot made of fishing line, rocks, and Styrofoam the size of a small child and the density of a constipated turd. Whoever caused that travesty is a disgrace to Boy Scouts and to mankind. Knots are the staple of Boy Scout culture. He should have been well aware of the law of physics for any rope, string, or elongated object. The law that anyone that has haphazardly thrown a set of headphones into their pocket knows: If it can get tangled, it will.
And thus we lay on the cold ground for about three hours, making little headway and descending into a state of delirium here-to-after unseen in the tri-county area. Even the younger Scouts began to lose their seemingly endless energy. They had been assigned to organize the rocks by alphabetical order so that we could make sure that each trough received its three sets, but even this became too taxing and they began to drop to the ground like flies, wailing in agony. We still weren't told what the purpose of all this was, and as such weren't motivated to continue languishing in this agony. At some point we had decided it would be more effective to untie the rocks from the strings and re-tie them again later, because otherwise it would be completely impossible. Even the Scoutmaster was becoming frustrated and left to find the director. He returned later to say that we could abandon the project and go to bed. It was one o’clock at this time.
We were greatly relieved and limped back to our campsite. As I laid down into my sleeping bag, a single rock with the letter “B” painted on its side slid out of my pocket. It now hangs in our Scout lodge as a memoir of that tragic night.