Lets just come out and say it. In the world of digital entertainment, I’m a gamer. I enjoy video games. I always have. Way back in the day when we had shit like Intellivision, and Nintendo’s Game & Watch, I was playing games based on digital content. Over the course of my life, I’ve had:
The original NES, multiple controllers, and hundreds of games
A Sega Saturn, and tons of games
A Playstation, games duh.
Multiple PS2′s
A Sega Dreamcast
An Xbox
An Xbox 360
The original Gameboy
Gameboy color
Gameboy Advance
Sony’s PSP
a Neo-Geo Pocket
And those are the systems I remember putting decent time into. I think I also had a super nintendo, and an N64, somewhere in the mix. And not to put too fine of a point on it, but I also happen to have done my time working for the Electronics Boutique (EBX/EB/EBGAMES/GameStop) during college, in order to put food on the table. Yes, I qualify as a gamer. However, I wouldnt call myself a zealous gamer. Yes, when I worked in game retail, I did my share of midnight launches for consoles and games. It was fun and an adventure. However, I was being paid to be there. Since then, I think I went to one midnight launch. GTA IV. I needed GTA IV. Grand Theft Auto has been a staple of my gaming lexicon for a decade. It was important. Since then, I’ve picked up stuff later on, or through Gamefly. My recent attention getters, Mass Effect 2, and Borderlands, were both from Gamefly. It wasnt until Red Dead Redemption, that I actually hunted down a game on launch day (Thank you Fry’s!)
In the last couple months though, I’ve watched the Missus. She went from casually watching me play, to wanting to watch me play, to being excited to see me move through a game. Then, she decided it was her turn. Being not dumb, I handed her the controller and said, “Okay, so play.” I had no idea what to expect. Maybe she’d like it, maybe she’d have a fleeting fascination with it. Who could have known?
In the beginning, M struggled a bit with controlling a first person shooter. She had trouble with the concept of looking and moving at the same time. But she enjoyed the gameplay and the challenge of it. Over time, she really liked Borderlands. She grew into it, and even co-oped with me in multiplayer. Then she finished the base game by herself. Then she started in on The Zombie Island of Dr. Ned. She kept talking about wanting an Xbox360 of her own. So we found her a good deal. When she opened it up and set it up, configured it, got her an xbox live account, and so on, she was giddy with excitement. When we got her the Borderlands strategy guide, she hugged it as we walked around frys.
Today, we went to GameStop. She traded in two old games, and picked up her own copy of Borderlands, and Lego Indiana Jones. I picked up the component cable for her system, for hi-res graphics. She was awash in video gaming and loving it. She couldnt wait to get home and get it all put together. Once all was said and done, she killed, while I made dinner. Then, we settled in to watch netflix on the Xbox after dinner.
My girlfriend has discovered modern gaming. She likes a first person shooter. She wants to play the Lego games, and she’s voiced an interest in playing Red Dead Redemption. She’s excited by the interactivity, the story lines, and the adventures contained therein. Its a good thing.
I wonder though. Was I ever this excited by video games? Some of my favourites, I played endlessly. But I dont know if I ever got excited. Hellcats Over The Pacific, Sim City 2000, Bushido Blade, Colony Wars, GTA3, The Wip3out series, the Tony Hawk series, Monkey Island, the other lucas arts games. I vested hours, days, weeks, into these games. I enjoyed them greatly. But I dont know if I ever truly got super excited. In a sense, I look back on them in similar fashion to books I’ve read, that I loved. I fondly remember GTA3, with the same affection of William Gibson’s Neuromancer. I think back on the Monkey Island adventures, in the same way I remember Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. I could equate my fond memories of Rudy Rucker’s cyberpunk novels to the same fond memories I have of the original Medal of Honor games. I could even equate my love of Kirkman’s The Walking dead to my continuous enjoyment of the series of WipeOut games over time.
But I cant move to say excitement is the right word. More along the lines of quiet enjoyment. I quietly enjoyed sitting in my chair, playing the game, much like I enjoyed reading the book. Sure, the parallel is a little loose, but in some sense the narratives were there in the games, as much as they were there in the stories. The books created a frame of mind, a mental construct with an emotive content. I can say that the games too have given me that frame of mind, and the mental construct with an emotive content.
As I nurture M’s gaming hobby, I can only hope that she derives the same kind of enjoyment out of the games that I have. Likewise, I can only hope that developers keep putting out games that are as rich and immersive, and pull her in, as the games I’ve played over the years.
Games are good. Gaming is good. And I support the healthy inclusion of video games into human existence. Be them violent, or not.