Have we forgotten how to play? How to imagine and dream and absorb ourselves into a fictional world? Isn't that what gaming is supposed to be? Getting caught up in the make-believe, and loving it?
I have watched this trend of continual dissatisfaction for a while now. Every game that comes out and I find awesome is cut down to size by those playing it. Why? Surely you remember things like Oregon Trail, the original Mario Bros., etc.
I remember someone saying during an interview (can't remember who) that we are in a 'video game renaissance.'
And he's right. We have depth, customization, stories like we've never had in the past. So what is it, then, that in the midst of some of the greatest games out there, we are so unhappy with everything?
Have we forgotten how to play? Have we left behind our inner nerds with our childhoods?
And WTF is wrong with me, that I'm so easily entertained all these years later?


Some got it, some don't! I remember growing up I played with Barbies and created a whole fictional world for them. LOL




