Hi there.
You may have noticed by now that I’m a bit of a gamer. Now I wont make any wild
claims like I’m the greatest gamer, that I pwn on more games than anyone I
know. I don’t. In fact, I’m a pretty good gamer, and I know my limits. But
gaming is a huge part of my life, a part that provides me with my little piece
of me time.
My wife
understands this in abundance, and is always more than happy for me to spend my
evenings on the computer having a wind-down chill-out gaming session, after a
long days work. I love that girl.
But it does
make me think (and from thinking, I write these things) about the foibles of
gamers be it big things or little things, and it’s those foibles – mostly my
own – that I thought I’d happily share with you today.
Just one more level/mission/level
up/etc…
This one
must be something that is more widespread than just in my own head. I’ve truly
lost count of the amount of times that the midnight oil has been burning, the
kids are all asleep, I know that in a few hours I must get up for work but
there I am slogging away through whatever game I’m playing at the time.
“Are you coming to bed yeah?”
Carriecakes would ask.
“Yeah, yeah…just let me finish this
side mission.” Toolbox 24 would reply.
But of
course it’s not just me, it can’t be! And it wont just be those with partners,
it’ll be any gamer who knows that they should stop playing because it’s late.
“I should really come off now, it’s
getting late and I have to be up early to get to work/school on time.” Thinks
Joe EveryGamer. “Oh fuck it, I only need an hour’s kip to see me through!!”
I’m sure
this trait isn't limited to gamers alone, there must be people out there who
stay up late watching their favourite TV show, movie or reading their favourite
books – the latter I cannot understand though, when I start reading, it sends
me to sleep.
I think
this is why cans Relentless and Monster are usually to hand for most gamers…
Oh my god you’ve got to see this…
I am so
guilty of this. So guilty it’s untrue.
With most
games, if there are cool bits, or funny glitches or you’ve done something you
think is spectacular. You want to share this with people. Unfortunately for my
betrothed, my go-to guy is her.
I even did
this last night playing FIFA 12, a random glitch meant that Stephen Crainey of Blackpool ended up – very roughly – face fucking El Hadji
Diouf. That’s really the only way I can put it…I actually wish I had saved the
video, uploaded it to Youtube then I could prove this trait by showing it here
and now. Suffice to say, I chuckled, paused my game, went into the instant
replay bit, changed the angle and like a child, asked Carriecakes to stop what
she was doing to witness the hilarity.
Now whether
it’s just her politeness in not wanting to make me feel stupid or whether she
genuinely doesn’t mind…I’m still not sure. I do know that I’ll keep doing it
whatever the case may be.
But then of
course that’s something on a minor scale. I’ll show her bits on Mass Effect,
GTA, The Sims or Unchartered for example because she really enjoys them
herself. But then I wont show her bits on Dragon Age, because – well quite
frankly I’m still quite green on that one myself (have started again on it
after a 2 year hiatus), and I’m pretty sure she isn’t over-struck on that whole
LoTR-esque action. I may be wrong though.
The bigger
scale, are the people who do what I suggested I could have done earlier. Those
people with such a blatant need to show the world, even their most minor
exploits in a game, as much as possible – via YouTube. Now it’s a legitimate
tool, and a great way for sharing videos that you’ve made with friends and
other people, but it’s when you see snippet videos of people scoring normal
goals in FIFA, or doing unremarkable things in Skyrim that makes you think –
why is this wasting space online?
The only
awesome fan things to look for are video game fails. Good times.
Grumpy Grumperson
That’s
right, this jovial bundle of gaming awesomeness can be a bit of a
grumpersaurus. A grumpersaurus rex.
And usually
it’ll be something gaming related. Something like not getting my evening dose
of game time, or something going wrong with a game that I’m playing or
finishing a game through to the end…and then being in that weird little haze
when there’s nothing I can think of for a couple of hours to a couple of days,
to play – so I end up playing something mindless and repetitive. I end up
playing FIFA.
I then
proceed to slouch about a bit. Sighing a fair bit more than usual. Having more
toilet breaks, and being generally quiet. This grumpy version of myself usually
dies a quiet death once I’ve figured out what I’m in the mood for.
MY GAME!!!!! NYAAAAH
Maybe not
such a surprise but I get a deep sense of “MY GAME” Syndrome. My games are my
games, they’re my things and they’re mine.
Not yours.
Not his. Not hers. Mine.
But being a
father does not lend itself so easily to the role of “selfish gamer”. Not
easily at all.
For
example. A couple of months ago, I was progressing nicely through Bully.
Evening after evening, class after class, my little Jimmy Hopkins was slowly
climbing the high school ranks and doing it with aplomb. Then one evening,
before I’d had the chance to play…one of…them…(the kids) comes in…
“Have you got Bully? I really want to
play that this evening!” he asked. Now of course I had Bully, it was in the
Xbox as he asked, I wasn’t going to be on the computer for about an hour after
I did my stuff…
“Yeah, it’s in the Xbox.” I said with
a slight exhale, small enough to hide the anguish I was feeling inside. He then
took the game away…and I haven’t seen it since. Now this was in like October /
November last year. I got yanked out of my zone, and to this day, really don’t
want to play Bully. I’m just not in the mood for it, and most likely wont be
for a good few months yet.
Now I could
have said, “Yeah, but I’m going to be playing that in a short while so you
can’t have it.” Or “Yeah, but I want to keep playing it myself, so you can take
it for a while but give it back when you’re done.” Or simply “no” but I find
that I’m soft like that…well I am with the boys, but not with my girls. Or girl
I should say, my youngest is too young to give a shit about anything more than
her Mickey Mouse toys. Nah my eldest girl will come down while I’m playing and
she’ll want to watch me, even though it’s a good deal past her bedtime. Most
times I’ll let her sit and watch me, but then a lot of the time…I’ll just tell
her that I’m not playing until she’s gone to bed.
After
all…it’s MY GAME!!!!
You’ll Love it…trust me! Really you
will!!
No this
isn’t the slightly awkward part of the conversation where I ask the Mrs if I
can do…“that”…
Think of my
last point - MY GAME!!! – and turn it on it’s head. When I get close to
finishing a game, I always start to think the same thing. “I loved this game so
much…Carriecakes would love it too!!” even though I know she has her evening
things much like I have my gaming, and that she doesn’t mind listening to what
I’m doing or indeed watching from time to time…she just hasn’t got the time to
play like I do…not with the amount of comping she does!!
But I still
have that insistence in my mind, that if I love a game, then everyone I know,
and everyone on Earth must love it too. As you can probably tell by my
insistence that Mass Effect is mentioned if not in every post, then every other
post, and to a large degree!
But then,
that’s the point of this blog – MonkeyBoxGaming: Where games go to be loved up
and down. I don’t want to talk about games I think are shit. What’s the point?
It’s a waste of my time, and it’ll be a waste of your time. I just want to talk
about games I think are good, and that you’d like…in fact this blog shows what
I mean in this point. (For the most part)
I’m sure
there are more things as well, but for now I cannot think of them. There is
work and play to be done. And I am a master of both…ish.
Toolbox 24