When I told Kirk McKeand, a famous Demon Hunter fan, that I might want to write something, he told me, "During the fashion season, there was no list about playing games." I got it. This makes sense. Now is not the time. Also, we all know the answer is Devil Dice on PSX.
Writing games now is simply stupid. I know not academically. People are still playing them. Steam just set a record for concurrent users. This is when we shine, right? "Animal Crossing", "Eternal Destruction", this should be a great week for the game. Again, I know it is! But guys, I'm trying.
Don't get me wrong; of all the problems our world faces, this is the least important. It ranks below, "Who made the dogs come out?" But when I went through a full week of self-isolation (and possibly more), I didn't enjoy anything. Every time I start the Kentucky Zero Route, my phone receives a news alert and then stops playing. I can't seem to concentrate.
I have been thinking about the "Twilight" episode, "Time is Enough". Even if you haven't seen it, you may have seen imitation. A lonely man who has been ridiculed for his love of books has survived. The man stumbled through the ruins of the library to celebrate that he finally had a chance to read what he wanted. Then he put on his glasses and realized that he could never read again. He dreamed of one day having time to read all he wanted. He achieved his wish.
My situation is not that bad, but I find myself feeling similar. I am at home for a long time now. Despite this serious situation, I always dreamed that I would finally have time to complete these games. And I don't want to. I don't care or I do care, but I'm not sure how to maintain this care in the process from news to home to work to news.
This does not mean that I am a good person. I'm not. I am selfish and stupid, and I didn't take this situation seriously. I'm not asking everyone to take care of your humanity. Hope you can, but if you need to tell you in the video game column, I don't know, man. Look in the mirror for a second.
Games are important to me. Like all of us, this is my childhood and an art form that I spend a lot of time thinking about. I have done various jobs in the industry. I love them. I don't think it's a waste of time or obsolescence, especially now. Everyone needs comfort. I have many friends who are unemployed and have to stay at home with my children. The help provided by the game is beyond what we can understand. People are playing Final Fantasy XIV-great! People are doing D & D through Zoom- great.
I just hope it works for me.
The game I played the most this week was Ring Fit, and that was because I needed something to make up for all the ramen I've eaten. It is not a substitute for outdoor sports, but it's good to do things like not sleeping, eating, masturbating, not bathing, and then starting work after getting up in the morning.
Maybe worry. I worry about my parents. I worry about my colleagues and friends, this may not be a healthy ranking order, but anyway. I worry about catching it without knowing and infecting the elderly in my apartment building. I'm not particularly worried about myself, but I worry that I will mess up for others. All this makes it difficult for me to evaluate the relationship between Doom and the devil.
Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Maybe I just need a place to be ventilated and seen by those who love me. It feels good to write something that doesn't fit my main job, which in itself is part of another industry struggling to keep the lighting state. I'm not saying that the game is bad now, nor is it morally bullshit. Games may be one of the best ways for people to spend time and find comfort and connection, especially if we (including me) live alone.
I will keep trying. I will continue to try to enjoy some of the pleasures that have provided me over the past 36 years. What else should I do? I have browsed all online pornography-all. Every video. Even gross. Especially gross. As I was struggling to help my child pay for childcare and hated my parents for staying indoors, I forgot how to relax for more than five minutes. And, obviously, I am one of the lucky ones now. I am grateful for everything I have, and I know people's lives are even worse.
But none of this stopped me from being sad. Not frustrated. I'm always depressed but sad.
I regret that after playing Fallout and Bioshock and other games about Apocalypse or abandoned cities, I find it difficult to care about those fictional games in front of me. I am selfishly dreaming of a scene in which we are locked so I can complete – I do n’t know – fucking Yakuza 0. board game. I feel sorry for useless things.
Maybe this is just the fact, because time is up. Time is enough.
Take care of each other Even if I said I would not put it here. Take care of each other
