Touching the night talk, every day nonsense and game-related farts, ghost things, new things.
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My passion for gaming is instantaneous, a bit like the waves when the weather is unstable. I have also encountered works that cannot be addicted, and may be very concentrated and addicted for a while, but it is difficult to resist returning to the state of "nothing interesting" after the enthusiasm.
I remember mentioning in different night talks before that my interest in games is essentially an interest in narrative vehicles, and what remains is sensory pleasure or the feeling of adrenaline rush. And sensual pleasure is pure entertainment, a spice to ordinary life. But the game's ability to regulate, like some other shallow pleasures, is very limited, and in many cases there is no way to compete with real negative emotions. Especially if the negative feedback that reality brings me exceeds a certain threshold, the game is helpless. I might sit on the couch in a daze with my handle pinched, but I don't want to do anything. Because nothing makes sense. What you experience in reality is meaningless, and you expect to gain a sense of meaning in the virtual world?
This has been getting worse lately, probably because of some sort of disconnection in my social circle. Before, our communication was very ordinary, occasionally playing games together, discussing the surrounding area, and spreading the same people and brain holes that we liked. But suddenly one day, these topics can not continue to be discussed... When your friends start adding countless groups in order to catch up with a wave of group purchases, all the social dynamics are around buying vegetables and counting refrigerator inventory, all the forwarding is help information, you run to ask people if they are available online, or a company is going to make a new work... I'm afraid there is no concept of "reading air" in my head.
Reading the air is a delicate thing, probably just not knowing what to say myself
In fact, it's not just a game topic, I don't know how to say anything else. Yes, they are still playing games, what else can they do but play games at home? But there's no way we can discuss the game as easily and happily as we used to, at least not for now.
My friends and I do still keep in touch with the Internet, but we always feel disconnected from their lives, like being speechless on both sides of a river. We are not really "connected" together.
At least as it stands, I'm starting to get bored with apocalyptic games, perhaps because I don't want to see the suffering of being romanticized and artistic anymore
Then, just yesterday, I saw a friend post a screenshot of a Rolle network introduction page on a social networking site, which mentioned the importance of logistics. In the caption, she writes: "Death Stranding is still God. ”
Who can refute that? Even though I haven't been back to that game in a long time, I still miss the days when I was liking ladders and highways and carrying goods and materials. Some of the things Sam had delivered were very important, such as the old man's medicine and various indispensable device accessories; some were not so important, probably miscellaneous items such as records. But at least in that world, you know that doing so will pay off, and your efforts will definitely make things better.