Monday, March 29, 2010

Strange Tablemates

No gaming last night, it was Wrestlemania time.

I can muster interest in about two pay-per-views per year, this and the Royal Rumble, so it was good to get out of the house and witness said spectacle in the midst of a few hundred people who have had too much to eat and drink. There was yelling, screaming, me bribing people with beer to sit at their table; it was a good time. One of the strange fellows I shared a table was a gentlemen whose common sense had as many holes in it as his meth ravaged gumline. He was the kind of wrestling fan that makes me hesitant to attend more shows and admit that I enjoy watching sweaty men throw each other around. In the midst of the homo-eroticism I stopped to talk to my brother about videogames. He mentioned God of War 3, which is on my short list, and mister meth mouth perked up.

'You know what you need to play?' he slurred.

'No, what?' I was expecting MADDEN or Killzone or Tiger Woods.

'Heavy Rain, man, that shit is awesome.'

I was more than a little surprised, so I decided to test him. 'Indigo Prophecy was pretty good.'

'Yeah, man, but the end was screwed up.'

My goodness, he was being serious. Once again my limited vision of what a 'gamer' looks like and acts like has been shattered. My hobby is no longer my hobby; it hasn't been for years, and I have been reluctent to let go of what I no longer have. Either I come to grips with the fact that what I do for fun has become unremarkable, or I find something else to do with my time.

(time passes)

That took about 30 seconds to figure out. Back to White Knight Chronicles.

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