Gaming While Angry
Welcome fellow readers to my latest take on gaming life! Today I’m going to take you on a journey, one filled with anger, arguments and a few other surprises. For even though gaming is fun it is a hobby that provides hours of entertainment. There are times when a sudden darkness descends and no matter what it just seems to go to bloody pot! I’m not talking about when we feel shunned and annoyed with a game, one that has let us down. A game where we all descend upon the developers, asking why they hadn’t included this, or spent more time on this area. No… I’m talking about the times when we, for whatever reason, lose our tempers with the game on the screen.
When things decide to take a turn for the worst and we end up cursing all the little things that seem to be stopping us from moving forward in the game. I’m sure we’ve all been there; the fabled smashing of controllers due to frustration, the rants and online arguments over-taking the purpose of gaming. No? Oh, then perhaps that anger therapist was needed! However, there are times when even gaming can push us to the edge – friendships suddenly seem strained and that particular game very nearly ends up in the bin. Gaming has grown over the years, giving us entertainment and experiences that have stayed with us for the rest of time, however there are times when our sanity is pushed and we begin to wonder why we started playing a particular game in the first place.
I can remember, whilst playing through Enslaved, my work had been pretty crap. Little things were beginning to niggle at me, making me grumpy and shitty. Walking into my house and to try and unwind I decide a little game therapy was in order. I fired up Enslaved and begin to play! I’m in the thick of it, taking mechs down, kicking their ass. Then I get to one part of the level thats seems to have upped the difficulty spike – I keep dying, slowly getting more and more frustrated with the whole damn thing. Grumpy old me turns off the Xbox, cursing. Sound familiar?
Of course, I go off cursing the developers for making the difficulty suddenly spike so dramatically. Then a few months later I decide to return to it, determined to finish the game once and all. I fire up the Xbox, load up my save and suddenly it seems so simple. I begin to wonder why it stumped me so damn hard before. I think back and realise that my mood had made me think unclearly, like a foggy veil falling over my mind. I just couldn’t get past that part because I wasn’t really in the game.
I’m sure we’ve all been there, where are our heads and hearts just aren’t in the game – thanks to outside influences perhaps challenging us. Then we have the good old multiplayer, one that has become a mainstay of gaming life. What could possibly go wrong when you have your mates to help you through a level?
I can recall a few heated arguments between friends, within games such as Left For Dead. All you want to do is have a bit of fun, but then one elects themselves as the boss, perhaps wanting to run the whole thing like a military campaign; giving you orders of where to be, how to win the day, to sacrifice yourself for the good of the team! Tempers rise like a volcano erupting into existence… suddenly everything seems to have become so heated and voices rise, one trying to outshout the other. Then a couple of nights later you’re with the same party of friends and everything seems 100% more fun… once again its all about how you feel when you enter the game.
So fellow gamers – next time you think that a game is giving you a hard time, think again. Try it again a few days later. You never know, you could be surprised!