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darker, gritter, welcome to 2005. Or 2000. When was this last bit mandatory?

EA's "grittier, darker" 2010/11 | News:

Publisher Electronic Arts has revealed a clutch of new titles for the next year and beyond, putting an emphasis on dark and edgy themes.

Darkspore redeploys the procedural generation systems of Maxis strategy title Spore, but in an action-RPG with more mass appeal, while Alice: Madness Returns is the horror-adventure sequel to 2000 PC game American McGee's Alice.

The Sims 3 will also head down more sinister paths, with Autumn's vampire-starring expansion Late Night, while even the Fight Night boxing series is to be taken in a 'grittier, darker direction' with next year's Champion.

More levity can be found in Wii exercise title EA Sports Active NFL Training Camp, plus EA Sports Active 2 for PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Wii and iPod Touch.

I'm not sure when "darker and grittier" became the default position for "improving" games, but I wish we could move past it. Nintendo doesn't need to own the entire cutesy and safe marketshare. Does every enemy need to be dismembered? Does every hero need to be a brooder with a goatee?

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  1. Tim Kolar7/22/2010 2:37 PM

    Brooder with a goatee... brooder with a goatee... I'm trying to remember if I've every known someone like that.

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  2. bwana7/22/2010 2:43 PM

    Whaaaat? I may have a goatee, but I am glib, I am lightness, I am the very spirit of lighthearted caprice!

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