Homefront

Basura total. El multijugador esta muertisimo y el modo un jugador esta re contra bugeado y es corto

Today I platinumed Homefront, this incredible PS3 game. And honestly? I didn’t platinum it just because of the game itself. I platinumed it because this game carries a piece of my childhood, those silly, simple memories that somehow stay with you forever. I must have been around 11 years old when I played Homefront for the first time. It was my stepfather, Alexandre, who introduced me to the game. Back then, we started playing it together. One controller. Two idiots. Zero aim. And a completely unjustified amount of confidence in our own skills. Normal mode, for us, felt like an impossible military mission. It wasn’t “normal.” It was psychological suffering with limited ammo. We died over and over again, missed shots that I still can’t explain to this day, and the PS3 controller didn’t help either. Those analog sticks looked like they had already survived a war before we even turned on the console. It wasn’t like now, with PS4 or PS5 controllers, all smooth, nice, and actually usable. No. This was real PS3 gaming. Either you learned how to aim with a half-broken controller, or you accepted that the enemy was going to live longer than you. But even so, it was fun. It was one of those moments where the game could be hard, annoying, unfair, whatever… but because we were both there, trying to get through it together, it somehow became perfect. And there’s one memory that never left my head. The final part of the game. We were stuck there, dying, trying, failing, repeating, and I was already desperate, so I turned to him and said: “Xancas, beat the ending and I’ll give you a Kinder Egg!” And he, full of confidence, answered: “I’ll beat it, and you’re going to give me a Kinder Egg.” And he actually did it. The man beat the ending. He saved the mission. He saved the honor of the house. He saved two terrible players from being stuck forever in that suffering. The problem? Almost 10 years have passed… and I still haven’t bought him the Kinder Egg. So technically, this platinum is also a public confession of debt. Sorry, Xancas. The promise still stands. One day, that Kinder Egg will arrive. Maybe even with interest. Homefront may not be perfect. It may have aged. It may have weird controls. It may be short. It may have that wonderful smell of an old PS3 game that barely exists anymore today. But to me, it means much more than that. Because this game reminds me of a simpler time. It reminds me of laughter. It reminds me of stupid frustration. It reminds me of sitting next to someone, trying to complete a mission as if we were actually saving the world. And sometimes, that’s what makes a game special. It’s not just the story, the gameplay, or the platinum. It’s the memory that stays attached to it. I recommend Homefront. Not just because of the game… but because of the Kinder Egg that is still unpaid.