(August 11, 2015 at 7:14 pm)ComradeMeow Wrote: For the record I am 21 and am not promoting any Sarkeesian ideology or feminism here.
I have enjoyed video games for a long time and until recent years have not been able to stand them that much. What I loved about games were their entertainment value and their illusion of being in another world. All of that has become erased thanks to FPS games and the increase in creating sensational pseudo militaristic shooters.
The genres I mist enjoyed growing up were stealth games and of course I am an avid Metal Gear Solid and Tenchu fan. I liked the games for their difficulty and sense of choice they provided. Now video games are about pitting the player against swarms of enemies and killing as many as possible, giving him the sense of being a "badass" or "hero." This shtick is entirely annoying and also boring as it does not make me enjoy the game since their is no immersion or point of interest.
I do not connect to killing people or taking lives. I prefer to solve things in the best solution possible, I enjoy challenges and a sense of choice. I guess this is why RPGs have the biggest allure to me over any genre of game.
How do you guys feel about excessive violence ruining games? Or do you enjoy it as many others do?
For me it has almost killed my gaming interest.
Honestly? I think your just not looking for games you like. There is more variety now then ever. And if you think they're getting more violent, well go play doom.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
