it came from mars

As gamers it’s inherent in us to turn our back on reality at every given opportunity. Sure, the notion of being able to switch off from depressing daily drudgeries might sound romantic to people unable to liberate themselves from life’s grim burdens, but the fact of the matter is that being on a permanent vacation in the Costa del Virtual comes with its own metaphorical ball and chain.

The longer we’re away, the worse things are when we return for the unavoidable stint that must be suffered back in the Real World. The bills have piled up. The dirty dishes are a breeding ground of filth. The kids are malnourished. The dog’s pissed on the carpet. The global economy’s a wreck.

And we address the fallout of our prolonged neglect in the only way we can. By playing some more games and ignoring it all. It’s not a choice. It’s every dedicated gamers hard-coded prime directive. How can we escape escapism? It’s the impossible conundrum that torments our existence.

Preach my brother, preach!