Video games make you violent. I had undeniable proof of this controversial statement because I was going to kill my roommate. Granted, he was the one playing video games, not me, yet games were still the source of my violent urges.
For the third time this week, my roommate had woken me up at two in the morning from playing Rocket League. Despite two walls and a living room between us, I could still hear exactly how each match was going. Goals for and against his team were each met with a positive or negative shout. Important tactical information like “I got it” and “My bad” was being yelled down his mic onto Discord. Underneath all the other sounds, the constant noise of his car’s engine blasted out from his desktop speakers. And I had to get up for work at 6 A.M.
Unfortunately, I do not do well with confrontation. Being passive-aggressive and hoping situations magically resolve themselves through no effort on my part is more my style. Tonight I figured one of our neighbors was probably also being kept up by my roommate playing Rocket League. Maybe that neighbor would lose his temper, come over, and shoot him. Problem solved.Continue reading “Whatever Happened to the Games We Loved?”