I didn’t actually realize it, but March 2013 may just be the month that my brain is finally melted by video games.
BioShock Infinite, SimCity, Starcraft II: Heart of the Swarm, God of War: Ascension, Tomb Raider, and Gears of War: Judgement; and that by no means is the complete list. Two sequels, two prequels and two reboots; about all they have in common is that you could slap the words ‘hotly-anticipated’ in front of each and every one of them. Any two of those in a month would make it a good one for gaming (and you could argue that Starcraft and BioShock don’t even need any company). All of them? Gods of gaming, my cup runneth over; however, my wallet does not.
!#@!ing hell, I’m still playing Crysis 3!
Gaming elicits a number of reactions. In my life alone, I’ve seen it derided, dismissed as childishness and (occasionally) held up as the Root of all Evil. Thing is, though, it’s a world of near-unlimited possibilities to me. There’s a certain kind of joy you find when plunging headlong off the beaten path, such as throwing a fridge at someone’s head in the original Deus Ex or finding John Romero’s head in Doom II or wandering through the Secret Cow Level or…the list is endless. Throw another person into the mix, and gaming can be a very very special experience indeed.
Over on Kotaku, Kate Cox has written a piece that pretty much sums this up. Go read it. And then, go play a game. Have fun. Be a White Scarf to somebody. Griefing will never go away, but that choice – and a million others – is yours to make.
(Oh, and if you haven’t already, play Journey.)