Wolf’s Wicked Words: A Certain Game Is To Blame…
I have a confession to make.
It is not something I’m proud to admit. I feel sick to my core when just the words even think about entering my mind. The words are dripping with some sort of gooey substance that reeks of decomposing and misshapen mutants. If one were to shine these words on a wall using a projector of some sort the very wall will begin to rot and crumble. A mountain will start to cry when these words are shone upon it. A printing press will perish when instructed to form these words. I sincerely hope your screen will hold the shear putrid weight of these words.
I’ve been struggling recently to play games…
In all fairness, I’m pretty sure some of you are currently thinking that this is one of today’s most “oh, look at me” statements and I wouldn’t blame you if you those were your thoughts, but stick around and hear me out; there’s more to it.
This is issue is only impacting myself and the rest of the world are safe. (Safe until the last strand of sanity snaps and I begin dissecting live shop assistants.)
Who’s to blame for this personal catastrophe?
It’s not a person who’s to blame, but rather a certain game. The delicious question is what game indeed would be cruel enough to place me in a position of ultimate uncertainty when playing something else.
Based upon the stir this game made recently, it is quite obvious: BioShock Infinite.
In that case I blame the entire Irrational Games team and myself for this debacle I’m finding myself in.
You see, the thing is that I’m obsessed with Infinite and everything the game is about. I initially thought that there is no way for me to be happier with a setting of a game when I played both BioShock and BioShock 2. I love Rapture, but sadly Columbia is making it hard for me, as these two are competing for top spot in my mind. After having finished BioShock Infinite three times now I’m very keen on starting a fourth playthrough, and I know myself well enough to say that I’ll still explore the living crap out of Columbia even now, for a fourth time.
I decided to leave that fourth playthrough for a later occasion, but my problem about playing anything else is one that I didn’t thought possible. I’ve tried playing multiple games and something feels missing. Surely I cannot compare every other game out there with Infinite. That just wouldn’t be fair.
Yes, it isn’t fair, but my mind is cruel to me and persists on reminding me of the amazement I felt while flinging guys into the air with Bucking Bronco and landing a kill shot with my Handcannon. Not to mention the narrative…
You still think that this is a case of “oh, poor me”?
I wouldn’t blame you.
I’ve been thinking if I can compare this with something more common and everyday, it’ll sound better. I can only think of examples that are tied to addictive substances. (And food.)
When someone tastes a high-quality drink and have to go back to a less expensive drink, it’ll be noticed instantly. The same can be thought of someone smoking an extremely high-quality tobacco and then they have to go back to a cheaper brand.
I’m a big fan of pizza and would like to use it as another example. If one were to eat pizza every day, 3 times a day, it’s bound to lose its “specialness” in your mind. Before long you’ll get tired and start feeling like a giant slice of pizza, therefore a balance must be maintained.
I’m happy to report that I’m slowly but surely making progress in my BioShock Infinite detox. Sleeping Dogs and Fallout 3 have proved to help thus far. (The Songbird statue staring at me this very moment isn’t necessarily helping…)
I’ve had this experience with quite a few books in the past.
Which brings me to ask you guys and gals out there if you’ve experienced everything like this in the past?
I cannot be the only one… (Add echoing effect.)