The Good Ole Days

I remember when the term “Gamer” meant a person, usually a geek, most often male, who spent his or her weekend nights in the basement of someone’s house with the lights dim and the well-worn, over-used game books piled about in various stages of open-ness. Dice bags and character sheets were peeking from under pizza boxes and empty soda and beer cans.

I’m always so confused now when someone refers to him- or herself as a “Gamer” because it could be anything but mostly, it turns out, it has to do with XBoxes, Multi-user online games, and joysticks and controllers.

And the sad part is a bit of me feels just a tad like a Gamer Snob, knowing I was part of the first wave…I feel like joysticks don’t make real gamers. In the end there’s no way to surprise the computer by doing something outrageous…there’s nothing like the pride of out-thinking a GM, though it happens so rarely and there’s nothing like the chill that runs down your spine when you see the GM smile.

Those whippersnappers don’t know real Gaming.

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