It’s Christmas Eve guys, and it seems like we couldn’t be any happier.
Why are we here? All of us? Because we love gaming. Because we grew up with it. Because after nearly thirty years of
Mario and Zelda, we’re still the first in line to play the newest games. Because we’ve been the first to realize how truly wonderful gaming is. And sure, people look down at us for depending this much on things that don’t even exist, but we don’t care; we’ve found a marvelous world inside of fiction, inside of everything beautiful that games have to offer.
Gaming is an art form. The masses don’t see it this way, thinking that video games are cheap, meaningless entertainment. And they can be. But for every game like
Battlefield and Call of Duty, for every mindless regurgitation of electronic blood and gore, there are still games keeping the industry alive for what it is. There’s still so much beauty in this growing oasis that people don’t care to see. Perhaps even more so than today’s literature, video games truly are art, and try to take meaning and power in this world.