The third mission from Hitman Blood Money is now done, replete with narration and high quality downloadable version. I had to re-cut the mission 2 high quality version and I'm not yet 100% happy with it so I'll update that post once I am. This mission, Flatline, takes place in a rehabilitation centre and adds a few twists to the otherwise standard Hitman formula. Flash video and transcript available as usual.
Hitman Blood Money is classified as "18" in the UK and "Mature" in the US which means that it is unsuitable for minors; fairly warned be thee.
This is another video run through of Hitman Blood Money, this time for Mission 2: Curtains Down; Silent Assassin rating, suit retrieval at the end of the level and using as few bullets as possible (none so far)... I've provided a flash video and a high quality version is also available for download. I've updated the way transcripts are viewed and instead of placing them inline with the article, which was probably less than useful for those who will utilise it, I've provided a link which will open up the transcript in its own window.
Hitman Blood Money is classified as "18" in the UK and "Mature" in the US which means that it is unsuitable for minors; fairly warned be thee.
As a kind of mini-project I decided to do some multimedia tomfoolery which resulted in the abomination I present before you: a video run through of the first (real) mission of Hitman Blood Money getting Silent Assassin rating, retrieving the suit before exiting the level and also using as few bullets as possible, which in the case of this mission is none. I've decided to narrate the run through because it's easier to point out specific details as you're playing rather than trying to explain general strategies through prose. A flash video and a higher quality download is available as well as a transcript for the hearing impaired or those who would rather not listen to me drone on and on.
Hitman Blood Money is classified as "18" in the UK and "Mature" in the US which means that it is unsuitable for minors; fairly warned be thee.
The good thing about having a fully working and modern air-conditioning unit in the bedroom of our casa was the micro-climate it created. The bedroom could be a cool and calming zone, while even venturing into the en-suite bathroom meant you were faced with a not insignificant wall of heat. The bad thing was when the unit was right above your bed. This meant when I slept with the air-con on I had to press myself against the wall so that the cool air missed me as it was being blown out; regardless, I spent a lot of the night fumbling in the dark trying to turn the unit onto a lower setting which usually resulted in me turning it onto timer mode or switching it onto high-power.
The bus had stopped at various places along the way, primarily to give the driver a break but it also let the passengers mill about in a half-dazed state. My main problem was that I was unsure as to whether the bus had a toilet or not or whether to brave getting off the bus and looking for a toilet in the rest stop. Finally plucking up enough courage, I wandered the length of the bus and found what could well have been a toilet, although in the half-light it could have been a luggage rack. Someone emerging from the formless box confirmed it was a toilet, but in my dopey state, I managed to stumble backwards and hit my head on the overhead storage shelf, much to the amusement of the young man who was trying to get past me.