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Entitled Fuck Wants Even More: Photo Mode

Here's something I wrote on OutsideXbox October 28th, 2016:

You know what should become a standard feature in today's video games with all of their volumetric lighting and re-beautifying graphical whats-its? Photo Mode. I don't know why this isn't a thing. We love taking pictures of nothing to share with no one and it's only certain games from certain developers that allow us to shove our Nothings at No One.

Arkham Knight (a pretty game) had photo mode:
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Rise of the Tomb Raider (a pretty game), no photo mode:
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Skyrim Remaster (a pretty-ish game), no photo mode. Not even Skyrimstagram.
Am I crazy? Yes. But I still want it.

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I love a Photo Mode even though I take no particular pleasure in reviewing people's photographs. It's a wonder I am on Instagram at all. Social Media, amIright? It's dreadful.

Anyhoo, Photo Mode as I've experienced it allows you to really appreciate the graphical fidelity of games you've already become bored of. Like Arkham Knight, a game that was worth revisiting so I could dress up like Bale Batman, drive the Tumbler around and remember a time when the prospect of seeing Batman on screen was a pleasurable one. With the introduction of Photo Mode I could pose and primp and swing the camera around to take the best possible picture I could. The results were poor as I have no understanding of what makes for a good photograph but that didn't impugn my enjoyment in the slightest.



I am a dummy so I may be underestimating the difficulty in implementing a system that allows someone to take control of the in-game camera and swing it around but worse games have had the option. Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor from Monolith Productions and published by Warner Bros. Interactive had a Photo Mode, the first game I could think of in recent memory to feature it. Another Warner Bros. Interactive published game, Mad Max from Avalanche Studios, featured both a Photo AND Video Mode which allowed players the option of running the game in a more cinematic style with both a HUD-less option and full blown colour tweaking filters. The results were pretty decent:

 

Even Naughty Dog's poster child and Tomb Raider rip-off / reboot inspiration, Nathan Drake's latest outing featured an in depth Photo Mode that allowed you to snap pictures of those oh-so-pretty vistas and rugged, handsome face of Fake Indiana Jones. Crystal Dynamics, please take notice: These people have raided your tomb and now it's your turn. Or it has been since 2013's release of Tomb Raider. What I am saying is, steal the best ideas and make them your own because you make occasionally a very pretty game and outside of a video, most people can't tell.



 Lara Croft deserves everything she can get, especially for a 20th anniversary.


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