Video games and their stories

I've been playing video games for a long, long time. The first game I ever played was Doom. The shareware edition no less. I vividly remember playing E1M1 and just being ECSTATIC. Being like, 6 years old at the time, I didn't actually get past the imp in the tower, at least not on my first try. But I digress.

I am now 21 (22 in July) and I still play dem vidja games. But something has changed with regards to how I approach my video games.

You see, for a while, maybe up until I was in the tenth grade, the most important thing for me in a video game were graphics. And yes, I was, at the time, exclusively a PC gamer. I remember seeing Halo on my friend's Xbox, then downloading the demo on my PC and just laughing at how much it crapped on the console version. To me, if a game didn't have stellar graphics, it wasn't worth playing. Hence my infatuation with Doom 3 when it first came out (I recently replayed it start to finish, and its still a good game, albeit a repetitive one).

Slowly but surely though, I just didn't care about graphics as much anymore. Gameplay began to be more and more important, until one day I discovered I just couldn't for the life of me stand Crysis anymore. It was ok sure, but it was just a glorified tech demo, at least to me.

Now that I have reached the ripe old age of 21, gameplay is still important. Being a university student means money is tight, and I can't afford $60 dollar games easily. Simultaneous to this new stage in my life though, came a new 'element of video games that, for me, is the sole reason I make a 60 dollar purchase or not.

Yes friends, that element is story.

More specifically, a good, long, enthralling story with characters that feel real. Emotional connection to characters is extremely important to me now, and I don`t know why that is the case, but I love it! In fact, I had to fight back tears at the end of Red Dead Redemption, something I never though possible (I cry at sad movies though. That scene when Simba is trying to wake up his father? TRAGIC).

BioShock Infinite solidified the importance of story telling in my mind. I felt so connected to Mr. DeWitt and Elizabeth, and the ending had my jaw on the floor for I think the first time in a video game EVER.

It is a good story, and not graphics or gameplay, that really stick with you long after you have bear a game (for a second or third time in my case).

And it is for this reason, that I cannot WAIT for the Last of Us to hurry up and release on Friday.

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On Platonic Relationships

I will preface this short (probably not) blog post with a couple of disclaimers. I am not gay. No sir, I enjoy the company of women, very much so. Actually looking back, this is similar to how I prefaced my only other blog post 2 years ago, but I digress.

This is also not a relationship advice type of post, but I insist on someone posting the xtreme advice picture, cause its RAD. Onwards then? I think so!

So I met one of my friends (who happens to be a girl) through work. We hit it off early on, hanging out, texting frequently, all that. In fact, I think shes the only girl I've been "friends" with, and nothing else. And I can't help but feel guilty lately. Why you ask? Read on!

See, recently, she's been going out of her way to tell me how close I am to her. (Sidebar: She's dating someone and I'm recently single now.) Saying things like "you've always been there for me, and I'll always be there for you". And here's the problem: I just don't feel the same way. Like I like her as a friend don't get me wrong, but I don't feel that strongly about this platonic whatever it is you wanna call it.

It's just been bothering me, and I'd appreciate any input, especially if any of you duders have been in similar situations.

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Did I do the right thing?


Ok so, I have told this to only my closest friends. You might say I'm a little shy when it comes to these things, but since this is the Internet, theres this sense of anonominity (spelling?). I've been wanting to get opinions if what I did was right or not. Be warned-This is a LONG READ. Anyways, 
 
Last April, I got hired at a Subway. It was my first job, and I was in Grade 12 at the time. The job was real good, and all of the employees were real friendly, without exception. So I started working there, and became friends you can say with all the employees, whom were all female. There was only one other guy working there, but we had a shift together like once a week.  
 
So all was well. Then, about two months later, they hired another girl, who we'll call Emma (not her real name). She had a very energetic, and sometimes, literally insane personality, and she caught on with everyone else, except me. It took a while for us to have good work chemistry, something that is weird, because when it comes to these things, I click with people almost instantly, but with her, I didn't. Right of the bat, she was talking about all the crazy places she had sex with her boyfriend, and it was very uncomfortable for me. I dunno about you, but I don't like hearing about that time you and you boyfriend had sex on the picnic table. Plus we're workin with food! Jeez people! 
 
I saw it coming, but I guess I denied. Let me be clear that I had no 'feelings' for Emma, and still don't. But it started with these flirty comments from her, the 'accidental' touching etc. At this point, she was still with someone, or so I thought. One shift, the other guy who worked there OUTRIGHT asked me "Does Emma have a crush on you?" I told him no, and that she has a bf, to which another employee replied that they broke up. It took off from there, and she started doing these creepy things. Like we had this board, and one time she drew a mother with a baby that said that I wouldnt pay child support. And she kept talking about our supposed wedding. Creepy as all HELL duders. 
 
Then eventually, shit hit the fan. If any of you worked at subway, you guys know how there's a freezer with the bread in it? Well I was in the fridge filling bread, and she walked in. Our Subway was pretty small, and the fridge barely fit one person, but she squeezed herself in and said "It's really hot in here" and she started to take her clothes off. I was really stunned at this point, because well it was a shocking thing. So I just walked out, and quit the next day.  
 
I haven't seen her since. 
 
Did I do the right thing? I know for certain I could have talked to the owner and got her fired, he like me, and treated me like his grandkid (on numerous ocassions he would talk to me about university, and making the right choices in life etc). And no, she wasn't hot, atleast not to me... 
 
Sorry for the wall!!
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