As I gazed at my trophy list yesterday, I had a wave of warming nostalgic happiness spread over me. I reminisced the Plats I had achieved and smiled to myself (for a bit too long apparently as my wife wondered if I had gone catatonic).
Once I wiped the pooling drool from my slackened mouth, I had this musing and decided to share it/waste your time.
I'll never forget the moment the true joy of getting a Platinum clicked for me. It occured when I earned my second one and became part of the Burnout Paradise Elite, all thanks to my newborn son being ever so terrible at sleeping.
I felt like a Kingpin when that final ding went off as the majestic Platinum Trophy appeared. More than that, I felt like the Ultimate Player.(In truth I was fortunate to remember getting it at all, given how little sleep I was getting). Sure, I was miles from being Top Of The Heap, but for that brief moment, I was a Complete Hero. The joy of accomplishment for playing something so fun and being rewarded for it was much greater than the forced WWE Plat I got before it.
Time went on, the Plats slowly built up. During a particulary busy time in my trophy-grabbing peak of 2012 , I ventured back to pastures old, returning to my long since abandoned attempt at taming Pandora to become a Borderland Defender. A month or so later, it was All Hands On Deck for Borderland Defender Round Two. A long slog that left me feeling like The Walking Dead, but onward I pushed,compelled to add to my humble collection of non-existent prizes.
Later that year, even as I found myself twice chuckling because of the lame pun trophy title of '' One Ring To Build Them All'' as I attained The Lego Lord Of The Rings Plat on two formats, I was finding it to be more of a chore than a fun thing to do. I was cursing the trudging about, finding those last collectables, doing things I normally wouldn't bother with.
Was it really worth it? Knowing that you can never reach the Top Of The Heap, and in truth, I no longer got that feeling of being a Complete Hero that punctuated earlier triumphs. Far Cry 3 somewhat dried up the joy well by having a bollocks co-op mode prevent me from obtaining its shiniest of virtual trophies. It was the final straw.The magic had gone.The Plats soon dried up. Though obviously, I continued to play games as happily as ever for sheer enjoyment through gameplay.
Then, in mid-2014, a mere month after setting up a Trophy Checklist for ''fun'', I started getting Plats once more. Suddenly, Everything Is Awesome again in my world of Plat-hunting, as I finally Mastered The Jungle in Far Cry 3 by battling through that horrid co-op one last time and enjoying myself in the process. Just as I felt like I was Moving On from Platinums, I'd discovered that The Road Goes Ever On, you just have to make sure you enjoy the journey.
In case you are sitting there, baffled. Asking yourself aloud, '' What's that barmy bumhole talking about?''...
Those bits in bold type are the names of all my Platinums in (near) order of when they were achieved, woven into the story of my on/off relationship with them. Because I'm a bit rubbish at being pretentious.
So, I ask of you. What would your Platinum Tale be? Do you still have the same desire for them? Are you yet to embark on that journey?