Next time you're on the train to work, take the time to observe the people around you. After a while something quite extraordinary will reveal itself. Two distinct groups will emerge from the anonymous huddle of grey suits: Gamers and Non Gamers.
On the surface, the Non Gamer looks like any other functioning member of society. But take a closer look. Concentrate on the eyes. You'll notice a distinct lack of humanity; a vacant, hollow stare. These empty husks, at some point in their lives, lost that mischievous spark of inspiration. Their childlike urge to explore, to touch, to play has been worn away by the grey calendar of existence.
Now look into a Gamer's eyes. That glistening black pupil is a gateway to a million different lives. The assassin within is sated when we sneak towards an unsuspecting foe and sink a sliver of cold steel into their neck (Assassin’s Creed). The borderline autism that compels us to collect and sort and classify is actively encouraged (Pokemon). Our inherent need to build things is given free reign with astonishing effect (Minecraft). Our lives are enriched by playing games.
Next time you’re on the train to work, surrounded by dead-eyed office drones, take comfort in the fact that in your pocket is a portal to Hyrule.
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