I honestly have no idea how anyone can be going through a game slump right now. Over the past month I have beat Donkey Kong Country Tropical Freeze, South Park The Stick of Truth, hit max level in Titanfall, platinumed Infamous: Second Son, and put a ton of hours into Final Fantasy X HD, along with Hearthstone. Now Child of Light is out, Transistor is two weeks away, and Watch Dogs, and Mario Kart a week after that. Thank god for Gamefly or doing 60 Minute Access in times like these would be impossible. It is a great time to be a gamer, though don’t blow through this new stuff to fast. We all know the summer drought is coming. Also if this is Spring this year, I can’t imagine winter this year.
Okay, so maybe our sense of humor won’t grow as time goes on. I apologize in advance.
But the point of the comic highlights something I’ve been feeling for at least a year now, something I’ve been acting on since a few months ago: I just haven’t been playing nearly as many games as I did for years and years, which has been getting to a few people who are part of my gaming circle. It could be just an extended break, as video games have been a staple of my life, the one thing that has been constant as various sports, bands, and other hobbies and interests came and went. It’s the basis of most of my friendships now, and they’re a part of my identity so much that, even if I don’t play games much anymore, I still interact often within gaming communities online, looking to attend conventions and all that.
It’s been a slow journey over a little bit of time, and I don’t feel it ending soon. In that time, I’ve played a few select older games: Windjammers for the 3DO, Mario Golf for the N64, and Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater, as well as a couple modern titles that echo back to my comfort zones, like Pokemon Y and Skate 2. I still play the occasional new title like Samurai Gunn, but my sessions never seem to last long.
And yet I’m still here, still willing to get pulled back into writing about them, still willing to go and talk for hours on end about them. And all I can really say is that it shows what games are capable of. Even the simple ones that have no real story, the ones that only provide fun are especially good at creating a special kind of memory, that can bond people, can form opinions not just on art, but on life. And in a strange, nerdy mafia kind of way, it can be difficult to fully get out when your first memories involve an A, a B, and a D-pad.
Regardless of all that, I’m in my slump. New consoles don’t interest me, but that tends to happen with any new generation of consoles. Games that interest me on paper, like Infamous 2 and Titanfall, just don’t get me working on saving money to play them. But that doesn’t mean I won’t come back in the future. Games change with the times, as our tastes advance, and technology allows us to try various ways to ultimately have fun. Until then, I’ll be sitting here, playing my old favorites…and buying new socks.