You know, soda and potato chips, headsets and strategy guides. I’m talking about shoe-boxes full of Magic the Gathering cards, multicolored polygonal dice, and subscriptions to Game Informer magazine.
These social pariahs are everywhere. I’m sure you know one or two, I can almost guarantee you know more than you think. You see, gamers generally don't brag about it. They hide it. It is a dirty, shameful thing. Being a proud gamer is like being a proud masturbator. Rare.
If you haven’t guessed it yet, I am talking from firsthand experience.
I am starting this blog as an excuse to mix what I love to do, play games, with what I want to love to do, write. I am not here to denigrate gamers, because despite everything I just said, I love gaming.
I want to explore what it means to be a gamer. What do we get out of it all? Why do we feel good about meaningless accomplishments? Is the social stigma fair? It is expensive, bad for our health, our social life, cancerous to our romantic life, and erodes our self respect. But we still do it. Day after day. Year after year. I'll probably game until the day I die.