According to Kotaku, Bioshock on PS3 has now appeared in the OFLC’s database.
It seems that the static image of a syringe is no where near as damaging to our children and unstable gamers as the moaning and groaning that accompanies jabbing a huge green syringe into your veins like in Bioshock.
Source: AusGamers
One of the most significant things about BioShock – from the outset – is the inclusion of the 2K Australia logo at the absolute beginning of the game. Yep, this much talked about opus was put together in Canberra by Irrational Games (who’re now known as 2K Australia). And believe me, that’s something to be very proud of. BioShock could well be one of the most important games of this, or indeed any, generation. Beyond everything else it has to offer, BioShock is a peak example of a game that just keeps on giving; the consummate ‘next-generation’ offering. This is because BioShock is so perfectly balanced throughout, it’s almost impossible to find any one element that doesn’t sit flawlessly poised with another.
Despite what you may have read or been told, this is not a sequel to System Shock 2. It could be described as that game’s “spiritual successor” but that would be taking so much away from what BioShock has set out to do with this current generation of games (and with console shooters in general), it would be remiss. Instead it’s far better to drop yourself into the world of Rapture and just take it all in as a stand alone journey. And thankfully the game gives you a literal helping hand with this concept at the very beginning of your adventure.
Your name is Jack, and according to your parents you’re “special” and were “born to do great things”. Like so many other significant shooters – Jack is a faceless and hapless hero. Sitting on a plane looking at a photo of his parents and hanging onto a gift, we have very little information on just who our soon-to-be protagonist is save for his parents’ comments. Suddenly everything blacks out and abruptly Jack finds himself desperately clutching for air from beneath the Atlantic Ocean, survival the only option. Propeller blades are cutting through the water and debris and luggage are passing you down on your way up, it’s chaotic and desperate, and Jack’s gargled attempts at holding his breath only add to the fervour of the situation. Upon surfacing and gulping at the precious, precious air, it becomes instantly apparent our hero’s (your) plane has crashed – the water around you is littered with flaming debris, and off in the distance you can even see the plane’s tail sinking to the ocean’s murky depths. Oddly enough, right next to this intense sight is a massive ominous tower reaching from the dark reaches of the Atlantic with no explanation as to why it’s even there.
