By Centimani 5 Comments
Here I am, on the verge of being 19, sharing a room with a nine year old. Worse, he's a nine year old who is pretty good at the games he plays. Any game I bring home, I have to share with him (i.e. fight over who's played longer) A recurring problem with this being that he has inordinate amounts of free time and no desire to ever take a game slowly. He blows through any game in front of him, whining to me at the first hint of a problem, although being fully capable of handling it himself. The biggest problem imposed on me, besides being muscled off my own games and the near-constant cries for assistance thereafter, is the high chance of spoilers.
This really culminated in Read Dead Redemption, as numerous minor plot points were revealed to me, causing me to come to my own conclusions on things I really had no business knowing. As such, the ending didn't have nearly as much emotional impact on me as it should have. Even though it was pretty small tidbits here and there, they're so numerous that the blanks start disappearing the longer it continues. What I'm really saying, is that this game would have left me reeling, but of no fault of my own, the story's value is continually degrading the longer my play-through. In my current situation I'm nothing short of punished for trying to get the most out of any game entering my household. It's indescribably frustrating.
I understand that, for the most part, he's just being a nine year old (not that a nine year old should be playing Red Dead anyway, but that's also not my choice), wanting to share his experience with his older brother, but the best way to rectify this that I can see is too stop him from playing my new games altogether, at least until I'm done with them. I don't think I can stand to have another story ruined for me.
I don't know where I'm going with this post anymore. I need to stop before this just degrades to me complaining about my brother. I'm sure a lot of you have had it rough with siblings too.