Video... games
You know what... I used to love video games. I used to play video games everyday after school. I used to cherish those times when I'd lug myself over to Justin's house, collapse into his oh-so-sinky sofa, and just play video games 'til the cows came home. Those were amazing times. Playing Resident Evil while my parents were at church, crushing zombies with every last ounce of my energized thumbs... and that hockey game in 1997... oh that hockey game. Kevin was Russia, I the United States... just hearing that computerized announcer shouting "Khabibulin" with all 16 bits of his digitized audio sent me into spiraling ecstasy... I don't know what happened during that game, but while I was playing... I believed in miracles.
I still like video games. I actually considered buying one the other day... just because I have access to a platform on which to run them... and a gift certificate to Amazon that I haven't used yet.
Right now I'm lying in my bed. Through the fairly thin walls at the oh-so-lovely Granada Highlands Apartment Complex I hear that familiar sound of a video game being played... a video game being consumed. I had forgotten about that cackle - the one that is directly linked to the amount of zombies being killed, or the amount of pedestrians being run over.
Listening to the players in the other room really makes the point - video games are drugs. They change your mental state, they turn you into an entirely different person, and I'm pretty sure I hallucinated while playing Myst in seventh grade. Is there really a difference between walking into a room full of Smash players and a room full of smashed people? Four people sit around a television as they yell obscenities at each other and repeat phrases that are incomprehensible in every language known to mankind. The losers get ridiculed, the winner rides high with arrogance, and everyone else just sits around, watching... curious, but scared... wondering what all the fuss is about... with these stupid, little games. You might as well just break out the cocaine.
J
I still like video games. I actually considered buying one the other day... just because I have access to a platform on which to run them... and a gift certificate to Amazon that I haven't used yet.
Right now I'm lying in my bed. Through the fairly thin walls at the oh-so-lovely Granada Highlands Apartment Complex I hear that familiar sound of a video game being played... a video game being consumed. I had forgotten about that cackle - the one that is directly linked to the amount of zombies being killed, or the amount of pedestrians being run over.
Listening to the players in the other room really makes the point - video games are drugs. They change your mental state, they turn you into an entirely different person, and I'm pretty sure I hallucinated while playing Myst in seventh grade. Is there really a difference between walking into a room full of Smash players and a room full of smashed people? Four people sit around a television as they yell obscenities at each other and repeat phrases that are incomprehensible in every language known to mankind. The losers get ridiculed, the winner rides high with arrogance, and everyone else just sits around, watching... curious, but scared... wondering what all the fuss is about... with these stupid, little games. You might as well just break out the cocaine.
J