It’s true, I’m a ‘gamer’. Sure, why not admit it? I play video games, and have been playing video games in one form or another for over 30 years (is there a badge or something for that?). I love video games, they’re awesome, right? But of course as an upwardly mobile professional with a family, my game time has become an increasingly rare commodity.
Gaming allows us to delve into a different world, to forget reality for a fleeting moment. However kids, spending time with my wife and of course work (gotta pay dem bills!) get in the way of gaming.
But who am I kidding? I’m verging on 40, and I DO have disposable income. I’m the perfect customer for game developers and publishers. It’s not that I buy every game as soon as it’s released. No, I WAIT. I wait until there’s a Steam sale, or an Origin sale, or it goes on sale on IsThereAnyDeal.com. I’m a savvy consumer, right? Well, I’d like to think so, but I’m bitterly aware that there oodles of metadata that marketing gurus sift through also help ensure I buy their game. But that’s a reality that I blissfully choose to ignore.
I’m willing to admit that I have a problem, that’s the first step, right? Yeah, I horde games. I NEED more games, I want to have the latest game out there. Will I ever complete any of the games that I purchase? Sure, I tell myself, I’ll finish them when I retire, when I end up breaking my leg or something and am stuck in bed for weeks, then I’ll finish ALL of them.
I also tell myself that what I’m doing is for the greater good — the greater good of my offspring. Sure, my kids are still in diapers, but they’ll be thanking me once they inherit my Steam/Origin accounts.
It’s not that the games I’ve purchased are bad games, but I’ll be the first to admit that I have the memory of a gnat. I mean, case in point: Dragon Age: Inquisition. I love that mofo. It’s a bad-ass role playing game full of depth and mystery, and apparently you even get your own Goddamn castle! I say apparently, because I’ll probably never see it. That may seem sad, but I’m honest with myself (there’s another badge for that too, right?).
There’s a great term in the German language that most adequately represents my gaming pattern. It’s Quartal säufer, which bluntly put is a periodically heavy drinker. Yeah, that’s me. Hell, I may not game for a week or two, but when I do, BOOM, it’s for like 12 hours straight. Sure, I may have to wake up and feed a baby or two, and I most likely will not be getting ANY sleep, but damn if I didn’t level up my Barbarian!
Fast forward 2 weeks, and I’m like, ‘What the fuck was I doing making leather satchels with my bard? Who the fuck is that? Where the fuck am I?’ Yes, the memory of a gnat, and a stupid one at that.
I don’t blame the developers. It’s not their fault. Nor do I blame the publishers. Both parties strive to provide me with hours and hours of enjoyment, and that’s their job. Some may say that perhaps due to my age and time commitments, I should simply come to terms with my limitations and delve into the world of casual games. They cater to my age bracket and demographics. I should be a Facebook pumpkin farmer like all the other cubicle drones, right? Well FUCK THAT. I’ve never crushed no stinkin’ candy, and I don’t intend to start now. A man has to have standards.
Until then, I’ll continue to stock up on games for that rainy day. Okay, so I know I’m not going to play all of them, but simply knowing they’re there, and that I CAN play them is all I need. Bring on the next sale, Steam!