I’ve been playing video games for a long time. for about as long as Darryn’s been alive, actually. Lately, I’ve been becoming a little disillusioned by the videogame industry, and the way that it seems my favoured entertainment medium is headed. Or maybe it’s just the way I’m headed.
There are a number of reasons for that that we’ve discussed at length, so I’ll not repeat them here. The gist of it though is that I long for that rose-tinted nostalgic time when games seemed to actually be about fun, instead of being about profit. I’m also growing tired of all this multiplayer nonsense being thrown in to games – mostly because the last thing I want to do when I pick up a controller is listen to whiny teenagers telling me about the terrible things they’ve done with my mom or casting aspersions about my sexuality.
I’ve also grown to hate games that just take too damned long to play. Where I would spend hundreds upon hundreds of hours in my youth grinding against giant blobs of jelly or whatever in some silly 16-Bit JRPG that was available at the time, if I even see a JRPG now, all I want to do is throw up. Instead, I’d much rather play games that are 8 to 12 hours in length. You know, before dire boredom sets in.
Don’t even get me started on all this social nonsense that’s cropping up in games all the time. If i wanted to compare things with my mates, I’d whip my genitals out. And be laughed at, pretty much like they all laugh at my lap times.
Anyway, I digress. I’m a family man, and the amount of time I have available to play games is diminishing. even when I do have the time, they impress me less and less. Is it because I’m a disillusioned, cynical grumpy old man, getting too old for videogames?
Can you even be too old for games?
Last Updated: April 26, 2013