We are all broken cookies

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I’m proud to be a gamer, obviously. I am even proud to be a gamer who happens to have (awesome) boobs – call me a “girl gamer” if you must, but it’s still pretty awesome to be in a hot and desirable minority. However, we are a messed up group.

I’ve been reading about  Soul Sacrifice, and it reminds me of so many horribly depressing games! How about the old school Oregon Trail – life is hopeless and players can die of a host of causes including dysentery or snakebites. Or the multiple endings in Nier when you realize what you’re actually killing, but still can’t stop?

Plus, we have a ridiculous obsession with the apocalypse. I understand that it’s the easiest way to have a “new world” without involving space exploration, but really?! Zombies and aliens and nuclear fallout, oh my! Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy some post-apocalyptic excitement, but there must be something psychologically wrong with us for playing such depressing games.

Or perhaps we are actually approaching life with our eyes open. Similar to the Neil Gaiman quotation:

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”

Maybe we are all too aware of how fragile our existence truly is – this is just our way of expressing it, and preparing for the worst. At least the first time I shot a shotgun I was prepared – it is my favorite gun in Resident Evil games… although it is rather different in real life.

Last Updated: May 2, 2013

Zoe Hawkins

Wielding my lasso of truth, I am the combination of nerd passion and grammar nazi. I delve into all things awesome and geek-tastic. You can read more of my words over at www.borngeek.co.za, or just follow me on all the social networks to get the true range of my sarcasm and wit.

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