A Simple Joy
When you get into a game that everyone else has been playing forever. That is a simple joy. All your friends are already bitter and no longer impressed by much of what you’re taking in with child like wonder for the very first time. Sure you missed out being in on the ground floor but that affords a little bonus of it’s own if you care to embrace it. You can just not care about playing that well and focus on the reason games were invented in the first place…to have some fun.
Unless you’re playing Mexican Death Ball in Chichen Itza. There winning means you die. Death Ball aside if you can relax and just let go you can have a great time getting killed 8 times in a row by that guy who’s working on his 3rd or 4th prestige. Shit I’m really not sure what prestigeing is or if “prestiging” is even a word but it was fun.
This all started because one of my die hard gaming pals always cried big sad tears full of Semtex because all I ever played was Gears of War and not Modern Warfare 2. GoW was enough for me. Gears and Zuma. I didn’t own MW2 and didn’t really want to allocate funds for that spevific cause. Enter my teary eyed friend who in an act of kindness, and also somehow selfishness, sent me a copy so we could waste hour upon hour yelling “surprise cock fag” before shooting terrorists (the Islamic kind not the Cobra kind)
I’ll be the first to admit that I enjoy the escapism of gaming and generally prefer my fare to be pretty far from reality. MW2 is almost too realistic with it’s large array of customizable real world weaponry, angry real world factions and cacophonous to the point of utter confusion combat. It’s overwhelming and unlike Gears you actually beef up your character the more you play so when a level 50 rolls onto the field he can kill you with a smile from 250 yards while you and your slingshot need to get considerably closer, and luckier, to have any chance to off him. That’s one draw back IMO to starting late. I’m a noob and a greatly underpowered one at that. GoW you win or loose based on how well you play the game. It’s stock car racing. The Xbox equivalent of NASCAR. Except for the “NASCAR 2020” which is also sort of equivalent. The longer you play MW2 the more easy it becomes to kick ass with all the modifiers and multipliers you’ll have at your disposal.
You could easily draw down and curl up in a private game of UNO at this point. But you’d be missing the point. Sure I sucked. Ican’t dominate like I’m used too and I’m all thumbs right now with the multitudinous controls. But…were I never to improve one lick from where I am now I really wouldn’t care. Really. I’m at a point in my life where I play because I enjoy the camaraderie and the laughs and terribly inappropriate conversations I share with friends many of which I only see once a year if even that. Sure, there are tons of dicks to meet in any online incarnation of any game but life isn’t about avoiding dicks. It’s about dealing with the ones you do run into every now and again. Doing so with friends at your side makes that more manageable. Doing that with a .50 cal sniper rifle in your hands makes it downright ecstasy.
So go play. Something new or old or a favorite or one you never thought you’d like but it’s on sale so you just have to try it right? But just play. We all work and worry and stress and strain about the shitty sit rep of the world and the current shape of the hand basket we’re all riding in towards I don’t even know where anymore. So take an hour or two or play all night fueled by vodka, coffee and protein shakes but play! For the trash talk, the head shots and all those OMG moments just waiting for you.
And Gilmore…thanks man.