This Level is BULLSHIT!

“This level is BULLSHIT,” my boy shouts in anger.

MarioI cringe inside, but can’t help cracking a smile.  I know where he learned that, even if he has zero understanding of why I say it.  For him the level is bullshit because he can’t get it done on the first or second attempt.  For me it is the realization that game design has lost a lot of edge replacing difficult with overly long scenes, overly complicated puzzles with no sense of satisfaction other than being done with it, and replacing smart enemies with just more enemies.   Without meaning to I have taught my children some unintentional things about gaming.

“dad it’s stuck,” my daughter says.

I look over at the screen to see her car wedged into a space on the highway that was not meant for cars.  She is playing Grand Theft Auto San Andreas.  Don’t give me that look; I can’t stand the game and the only thing she likes to do is drive thus her predicament.  She was driving down the highway and got her car stuck between a retaining wall and a support column for the highway above.  I take the controller, but her car is stuck.  She takes the controller back, walks her guy down the road and takes a police car.  This instantly gets to police shooting at her, but she is unconcerned.  Using her police car she repeatedly rams her stuck car until it pops out on the other side.  By this time she has several police officers shooting at her and the police car was on fire.  The police car was now stuck.  She exits the police car, which explodes killing lots of people, gets into her now battered, but unstuck car and drives off.

A while later, I see she is driving a firetruck.  I have no idea what happened between the above and the firetruck, but she has discovered how to make the siren go and is screeching “Whhhhheee” as she rams into everything in her path. Driving a firetruck is difficult.  A few minutes later I hear, “dad it’s stuck.”  I look over and her firetruck in on its nose, buried in a bus; she drove the damn thing right off an overpass onto a bus that was passing below.

Like I said I think I am teaching them things unintentionally, if that had been me playing GTA there would have been a purpose behind what I was doing, for her it was just driving and explosions.  The following are more indications that they are listening closer than I previously thought:

“Die asshole!”

“I won!” or “I win!”

“Is this a rare card,” said while holding up any card out of any package collectable or not.

“I’m not helping her.  She has to learn how to play on her own,” my boy said this about my girl which is what I said to him when he asked me one too many times to “help” him with a game.

“Always remember to save dad.”

“This level blows, sucks, or is stupid.”

“What were they thinking?”

“Are there any cheat codes?”

“Grrr….” or other utterance of frustration or anger.

“Gotcha! Jerk.”

“Just one more level,” said in a whiny or impatient tone.

“Damnit!” “Ass!” “Nooo!” or “Yes!”

“I quit!”

I Need A Hobby

warhammer-40k_00255223Years ago I used to work at a hobby shop at that time I was part of a couple of roleplaying groups, card games, and miniature games.  In other words I had a hobby.  Hobbies keep me busy, out of trouble, and allow me to interact with others and express my artistic side.  No, this blog is not a hobby nor is this work, this is love or some other mushy emotion that makes me sound manly, but this is not a hobby.   A hobby is something that I invest some money in, spend some time doing when I am not writing, working, or more recently school work.  Hobbies keep me sane.  I need a hobby again.

Move after move has seen my hobby stuff slowly shed in order to make moves easier; nothing like trying to cart around four large boxes full of hand painted miniatures, or ten boxes filled with a combination of hard cover and soft cover books.  Combine the amount of stuff with the loss of gaming group after gaming group and shedding the materials for the hobby seemed like a good idea…until now when I find myself with a semi-stable place to live (remember we are only here for X amount of time thus this is not a stable place to live), some free time, and no as in zero hobbies.  I can write, and I do, but that is not what I call a hobby.  A hobby frees up my brain to think about things to write, rarely if ever while I am writing do I think about writing.

If money were no object and there were gamers up here…oh did I forget to mention that, there are no gamers here. This is the first college campus that I have ever been to where there is not a dedicated gaming group, gaming store, or even hint of gamers at all.  A quick clairification: people who play video games are gamers, but they are not the gamers I am looking for.  I would like gamers who I can see and talk to while playing some roleplaying game, moving miniatures across the table top, or flipping collectable cards.  I would like to be able to use my brain to play some games instead of working on my hand eye coordination.

Whoops back on tangent, if money were no object I would get back into painting miniature soldiers and vehicles and pitting them against other gamers.  While roleplaying games are my love the primary issues with roleplaying are a lack of experienced players and that due to the lack of players I end up being the guy who runs all of the games.  Sometimes I want to play and not run, plus roleplaying games take a lot of effort to set up thus I would rather spend my free time assembling little army dudes and painting them.

I used to have a lot of fun painting miniatures.  Usually there are “accepted” ways to paint your army dudes.  Whole books devoted to your Space Marines or Daemon dudes “have to look like this”…and I would violate that every time.  What do I care what they are “supposed” to look like if I want to paint all of my Space Marines with smiley faces on their shoulder pads, or in bubble gum cammies then I will and I did.  This caused many a gamer to have a nervous break down.  I just called it psychological warfare as my brightly colored army of doom rolled over your “officially” painted army.

Again I digress, to alleviate my “Need a Hobby” problem, to lessen the amount of time I spend working on my hand-eye-coordination, and to give me an outlet for my artistic impulses I broke down and ordered a miniatures game, Dust Tactics by Fantasy Flight Games.  Once it gets here I will gladly share with you some of my artistic efforts.  Now if I could only find a few women to body paint that would be my other hobby.

A gentle reminder that if you have not looked at the Reader Response Questions, could you take a look and answer a couple of them.  Seattlepolychick answered right in the comments section and  Invisible Girl vs The World took one of the questions and crafted a blog for her answer, maybe you could use the questions as idea prompts. :)

And Down Four in Five

The map finishes loading, sitting in front of the eight of us are two warthogs (think jeep or humvee), one with a machine gun and the other armed with a laser cannon.  The typical start to a Halo 4 match is for everyone to run towards the nearest vehicle or cover and let the mayhem start.  This was no exception, two players bolted for the gunner seats which are very popular.  I and one other player ran for the driver seats.  I gunned the warthog forward immediately followed by the other warthog.  Suddenly both of us are engulfed in explosion and all four of us are dead.  Score Them 40, Us 0.

What happened?  Did we hit a mine?  Did the other team get around the mountain way faster than ever before?  Nope.  The death cam showed what happened in all of its selfish glory or gory; two of our own teammates had tossed all of their grenades at us.  Why would they do this?  To what end, given that the game mode we were playing was team oriented: we win or lose as a team.  Here is why because some gamers are self-serving, greedy, selfish bastards.  Yes, I said it.

Having played tabletop games for decades I have encountered every kind of gamer that can be encountered from the casual, the rules lawyer, the power gamer, the competitive, the uber-competitive, and everything inbetween.  Gamers come in more shades and stripes than any other hobby interest than I know and trust me working at a hobby shop for several years I got to see the RC car people, the RC plane people, the train people, the astronomy people, the metal detector people, and so on.  Gamers out of all of them were the worse.  Gamers are so bad that nobody else that worked at the hobby shop would deal with them.  If I wasn’t working they would tell them to come back to see me.  I know rude right.  Well I will let you in on a secret, there were times I changed my name and pretended I wasn’t into games just to avoid dealing with the more obsessive gamers.

So why should I expect things to be different online.  For one thing the game is set in stone.  I don’t care if you don’t like how the game plays, a gamer cannot whine, appeal, break out the rulebooks and try to interpret the rules to fit their version.  I don’t care if you think that something is stupid in a game, that “stupid” thing is coded into the game just deal with it.  So if you can’t get what you want or what you think should be in an online game what do you do?

Well you come up with something that you and only you are “Great” at, such as the best sniper, the best driver, the best flyer, the best at being a douche.  Whatever that thing is you are so “great” that if someone else takes your toy you annoy them over the chat, annoy them in game by following them around and doing whatever you can, if you can you kill them and take your toy back, or in this case you blow up the toy in question because if you can’t have the toy then nobody else can either.

When asked why I don’t like gamers in general, I can always whip out a story of the abhorrent behavior of tabletop gamers that proves my point and now I have stories of online abhorrent behavior that continue to prove my point.  The odd thing to me is that there are plenty of normal people who play games now, but it is the few, the exception, that seem to be determined to ruin the fun for the rest of us.  To conclude my example from the beginning, the same thing happened roughly five minutes later into the match…see what I was saying?

I’m Told Old For This Shit

I asked for some blog ideas on the Facebook page (still time to post your suggestions) and got a couple, the one that caught my immediate attention was my thoughts and likes on video games.  What the fuck?  I’m forty-one years old I don’t play video games.  Those things are for the young.  Deity-damn whippersnappers! :)

That was a lie.

I love video games.  I have been playing video games since they came out.  How many of you remember video game arcades?  I do, I remember when they first opened up, then took the nation by storm and then disappeared overnight banished to the realms of places that have autoerotic rats and feed truly shitty pizza to their parents.  To be honest I don’t know if video games are even there now.  The last place I was in that was even close to what I would call an arcade was Downstairs Pete’s in Ann Arbor.  At one time there was a Pete’s, an Upstairs Pete’s, a Downstairs Pete’s and one more Pete’s that I can’t recall.  I went to a Dave and Busters one time and I wouldn’t go back again unless someone was paying and putting out after the evening.  I miss arcades.  I remember spending many a day and fist full of quarters playing games and meeting people.  My time at the arcades is the only positive memory I have of my time with my father.

Now, the video game is all about the console or computer.  I don’t use my computer for video games, I have never had a computer that could do more than the basic games and thus never bothered.  Barb reminded me that we did have a computer that could handle Sims, which she played the shit out of.  Me I built houses and created ghosts through inventive means of killing off my Sims.  Then Sims 2 came out and killed our computer.

Consoles and handhelds on the other hand:

  • Atari 2600
  • Intellivision
  • Sega Saturn
  • Dreamcast
  • N64
  • Gamecube
  • Playstation II
  • Xbox
  • Xbox 360
  • Wii
  • Gameboy
  • DS
  • DSi
  • 3DS

and when the next system comes out I will have one of those too.  I recommend video games for everyone.  I didn’t used to because video games were all niche topics; fighting, shooting, strategy and so on.  Today games come in all shapes, sizes and colors.  Here is an example of games on my shelf and on in my console’s memory:

  • Transformers Fall of Cybertron where I can share my love of  transformers with my son and daughter and later, when they are asleep, shoot up other robots in online games.
  • Skyrim because table top role-playing just isn’t popular or maybe more to the point, this is the first college I have been to where there isn’t a table top gaming club or organization.  This is a blog for later.
  • Pokemon because the kids like it and without a doubt Pokemon is no longer just a kids game, you can spend months playing the game and breeding Pokemon.  As another plus Pokemon has enhanced my children’s reading.
  • IloMilo a puzzle game that I find challenging, but my four year old blitzes through. She is four levels ahead of me.
  • Minecraft which is Legos in a virtual world, which means my boy LOVES this game and he can build the most amazing things.
  • Forza 4, which is a race car simulator, because my wife loves to look at the shiny cars right before she plows some dickhead in front of her off of the track…offensive driving indeed.
  • Professor Layton’s which is a series of mystery puzzle games that Barb only plays when deathly ill.   Personally the games catch my attention and then I get so frustrated with the later puzzles that I have yet to complete one of the games.
  • Skylanders, which was advertised as the game where you bring toys to life marketed at the kids, turns out the game is good for adults and kids.  Plus the figures are cool as all hell on a shelf or in a display case.

And so on.  The games that we play reflect our personalities and yet ALL of the games can be played with the family.  Playing with others, especially video games which tend to be solitary activities and encourage winning over everything else, is very important to me.  I don’t like solitary activities especially for my kids, and the win over everything philosophy is not a philosophy that I espouse.  I want my children to learn how to win, how to lose and how to keep trying when frustrated (which happens a lot with video games).  All of these things can be taught with video games.  Along with reading, math, planning and many other skills.  That is why I say that video games are for everyone.

Favorite Nephew

This is Ryan.  He is our favorite nephew.  He will be written about shortly, if you are impatient you can read this, which he is in.

I’m a bad man.  I should’ve been writing all weekend.  Yes, I am aware that the weekend isn’t over, but I have spent quite a bit of my weekend so far writing.  Unfortunately, for my writing that is, our favorite nephew stopped by for a quick visit.  He was here to bring us joy, cheer, help us out in a time of need and most of all to educate me about a game.

Ryan is our favorite nephew.  That’s right favorite nephew to both of us.  If you remember this blog then you know why he is our favorite nephew.  However, if you don’t remember, here is why; when we went to visit him at work, in order to be able to use his discount we had to be family.  Thus he became my nephew.  I had this nice cover story of the time that Ryan fell into the mud while chasing a toad, which is why we call him Toad from time to time.  Alas, nobody at his work cared.  I’m not sure they would’ve cared if we had shown up with an army.  So no cover story used, but since that time he has been and always will be our favorite nephew.

Our favorite nephew, in addition to being a PharmNerd is a gamer.  He plays his games on PC (Piece of Crap) while I am on the XBOX.  There are few games that we enjoy that are on both, so we have plenty to talk about, Skyrim being the major gaming topic for a while.  Granted mostly with Barb, she loves Skyrim, I blazed through it and haven’t looked back.   Lately, he has been talking to us about Minecraft, primarily because Donovan pesters the shit out of him about Minecraft when he isn’t pestering Ryan about Pokemon.  Ryan meanwhile had been talking to me about Terraia.  He convinced me to buy the game and the rest they say is, a complete loss of time.  Do they say that?

He showed up last night to “show me” some stuff with the game.  Facebook chat not being good enough for the questions I had and the things he wanted to share with me.  I’m glad I got some writing in before he showed up and I am really glad that he had plans later that night.  At 8 we started playing, at 9 we were eating wings (Sweet with Heat BBQ Sauce in case anyone was wondering), by 10 we were playing again and around 11:30 he left for the night.  I kept playing after he left for another hour or so.  I don’t do that.  Games have their place and when I have a lot of writing to do I put them in their place.  Not this time.

Fast forward to today.  Life shows us in a small way that it hasn’t forgotten about us.  We had enough money to cover a bill of ours that was supposed to be withdrawn automatically four weeks ago.  They never took the money.  We chatted with the bank yesterday, who said, if after four weeks don’t worry about it.  We went and bought toilet paper.  That must have been the sign, because they took the money and we were for the first time in close to twenty years overdrawn.  Thankfully, we have such an awesome favorite nephew, because he went and got us the money necessary to cover the overdraw BEFORE the fees kicked in.  Thank you again for that.

The next six hours were spent playing Terraia.  Yes, I should have been writing; I have a Volunteer Book and a book of Erotica to finish. I have a segment from Stroud, Hero?, Masquerade, and Menagerie to finish along with all of the random stuff to toss at you.  You don’t think I am done with my REVAMP KINKY movement do you?

We pulled up maps, made plans, moved stuff from place to place, and fought monsters all in the name of…well I’m not sure in the name of anything other than FUN.  I haven’t had this much fun playing a game in a long time.

Pardon me for a moment, my son is doing naked wind sprints through the living room….

Well he is getting faster.  That out of the way, Ryan and I played without interruption for six hours.  Ending when he looked at the clock and realized that he had one last person to visit before returning home.  He’ll be back in a week.  I hope I get all of my writing done before then.

Fun & Goofy

My boy has become a man, he got his first Pokemon game.

My wife has become a woman, she too got her first Pokemon game.

We, as a family, like to play games together.  What usually happens is that I end up playing games with the kids and Barb does not.  She hears about it from all of us, but due to pharmacy classes and now Etsy business and poor time management (lets be honest) she doesn’t play games with the kids as much as I and the kids would like.    So we try to find ways for her to play with the kids, which leads us to the first two sentences.

The boy likes Pokemon.  They are cute and his friends at school have cards.  His Dad and Ryan have cards.  Yes, I have my own Pokemon cards.  Ryan gave his cards to my boy (thank you very much).  The boy gets uberexcited anytime anything Pokemon happens around him.  He has even tried his hand at the card game, although in his words, “I only play Pokemon cards on Saturday.”  We don’t know why that particular day.  In an effort to give him something fun to do, keep his reading up and work on some problem solving skills, Barb and I thought it would be fun to get him a Pokemon game.  I’ve played all, but the last two games, they take time to play, have a lot of reading and for someone his age some problem solving and decision making.  Pluses all around.

We got both versions of the game in an effort to encourage him to keep playing.  With one of the parents playing, he has someone to talk to about the game and share Pokemon with, something that most kids can’t do with their parents.  Barb stepped up to the plate and will be the one playing Pokemon, her first game as well.  So both of them will discover Pokemon together.  I’m looking forward to it.  Hopefully this also leads to Pokemon CCG being an any day game verse just a Saturday game.

Meanwhile, my daughter has been on a Spiderman kick.  She loves him.  If we could have found her a Spiderman costume she would have gone as him for Halloween.  As it was, she made a very cute Iron Man.  Walmart had the complete Spectacular Spiderman series on sale for 5.00 a DVD.  Three days later she made it through the entire series and wanted more.  Unfortunately, it was canceled.  Okay, she also is a big fan of Super Hero Squad Show, but has seen the first two seasons…oh…that too has been canceled.  What to do, what to do.  She is a bit young to play Pokemon.  While getting the wife and boy Pokemon we find Hello Kitty and she too is happy.

And here we are everyone has something to do for the summer.  Fun stuff for rainy days and car trips and when it is too late to go for walks.  What will I be doing?  I have a couple of books and this blog to work on…oh you meant for fun…well I too have a Pokemon game of my own to play.

You Can’t Spell Ignorant Without You!

ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME

WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN

Cooperation is for the weak, the losers.

Losing bad.

The only way to be is to win.

Nobody cooperates and IF I were forced to cooperate I would blame everyone else when the group lost.

Homosexuality is…

This was my morning class.  I’m irked by the level of ignorance that was passed off as “smart and clever” discourse.  I get that they are young or at least younger than me, but that they seem to believe this crap almost caused me to stand up and start to “Dad voice” them into submission.  That there are whole countries where they have a cooperative mentality and social structure was almost offensive to many of them.  When I asked if this ”conversation” was limited to America or other places, the room stopped dead.  I gather none of them know that China, South Korea, and Japan just to name a few have cooperative structures and are competitive enough that they are beating our collective asses into the ground.  Yep, in class with the best and the brightest.

What really got my ire was that none of the women in the classroom spoke up.  Quiet except for an odd sentence or two here or there.  Mostly when the topic of homosexuality arose.  This was due to an article we had to read, but it was a train wreck before it started.  I am sure the professor wanted discourse, but just his opening statements derailed it.  Either he is really against homosexuality or he didn’t think about the phrasing and tone of what he was saying, but his opening comments totally allowed the ignorant a chance to speak and they did.  My favorite was a pre-pharm student who uttered the following ”wisdom,” “I’m not saying I am for or against homosexuality, but if I was against it I wouldn’t say anything because someone in this room would look at me like I am an ass.  I am positive that someone in here is against it and isn’t saying because they know they will look like an ass.”

Let me set the record straight, you are an ass.  You were an ass well before you opened your mouth.  By opening your mouth you only showed the depth of your pigu.  Between that guy and the other people telling their “personal” stories about homosexual “friends” that they all seemed to have…made me wonder if they all knew the same person, it was a like someone was trying to tell an obviously offensive joke and looking around to see if any of “them” were within earshot.  I hestitate to say what happened when the topic of transexuals came up, thankfully it was brief, but painful period of the professor saying something he probably should not have, followed by another personal story by a student and a few shocked gasps and nervous laughter.  I almost walked out.  I really should’ve walked out.

If cooks and chefs are on the outskirts of society (read Bourdain if you don’t know what I am talking about), writers are commentors and observers of society, then pre-pharmicsts are not even part of society.  I don’t know if it is all of the science, math and pill counting, but many pre-pharms and pharm students have zero, hell less than zero, idea about how to behave in public let alone what is actually going on around them.  There are exceptions and I am glad to know them-my wife, Bridget and Ryan (by the way you two need to show up on Sunday Study Group), but they only prove the rule.

It’s only a couple of hours into the day, but I am tired of fighting ignorance.  Ignorance seems to be winning.  I hope it is only here, where the LCD and “I agree with you” crowds seem to be in the majority.  I hope.  My faith in humanity or at least the American species of humanity is at a low and I don’t imagine it will get any better if this class keeps going the direction it is.  Oh wait, there was a bright spot.  I have meet two people in that class, one is a woman named Tracey (I think I will get it right), she plays Gears of War 3 and had her first Chicago style pizza in Chicago this weekend.  The other person is Zack, he is going through a rough patch, but has a good attitude about it.  Both, if they continue to be bright spots will be getting invites to the study group.

Shivelbush!

Want To Play A Game?

Never discount the value of friends to keep you from doing something rash, to keep you doing something that you find about as fun as dental surgery and to provide you with a new way to look at that dental surgery.  Never discount this.  As long as the friends are well meaning and what you were doing was not illegal or harmful this is a good thing.  So I say thank you to Rocket Man and Rage Quit between the two of you, you talked me off that virtual ledge, renewed my faith in the gaming community and provided the intro to this blog.

If you have been following along then you are familiar with how I feel about Call of Duty, if not read Call of Frustration (Speaking Out in Class, Nathan Richmond, Dec. 2011-cite that fuckers).  Last night was particularly bad with a 0 and 16 game, a 3 and 19 game and the best out of three 9 and 12 (that is number of people killed vs number of times I was killed).  I was so frustrated and pissed off that I texted Kyle, who I had been playing with, that I was going to sell the fucking game off.  He of course said not to.  Given that he was in the middle of a party, holiday-hockey themed (Santa with a hockey mask, less teeth and a predaliction for checking kids he finds awake into the boards), he couldn’t offer more than that nugget, but it started the ball rolling.   Later and I do mean much later Chris wanted to play and since I wanted to shoot the shit why not, tell him what’s going on and he says he is my Call of Duty lucky charm.  Don’t know how true that is, but we played a couple of good games before the lifers (see below) found us and ruined the experience.  So we moved onto Halo: Anniversary Edition where there was no driving off a cliff (there was me driving a warthog into an installation-a first for Chris-and getting it stuck in a door), but a discussion on why even though I suck balls at Call of Duty I should keep it.

I should keep it because I get along with a sizeable group of people and I do have fun.  I should stop trying to be as good as everyone else.  I’m not.  I won’t be, most likely because I am not invested in the game in any sense other than the people I play with.  So figure out if I am a camper or runner (see below) and do that.  Okay, so I won’t be selling Call of Duty anytime soon and I have a new outlook, I can suck and it is okay…hell even expected…ain’t that an odd statement.  My complaints about the game still stand, it is a monochrome game with plenty of suspect mechanics, but my friends play and thus I play.

All of the above, plus me being me, got me thinking about gamers, games and life.  I have been playing games for as long as I can remember which means that I have been playing them before that.  I have met every kind of gamer that you can think of and then some.  I am a firm believer in the following, “How you play games is a good tell about who you are.”  In a similar way to, “How you dance tells me how good you will be in the sack.”  Both of those Nathanisms have served me well.  It is rare that I have had a friend that didn’t play games and even rarer that I slept with someone who didn’t dance, because if you can’t dance then you can’t fuck me or something like that.

It used to be, before video games, that gamers broke into the following broad groups; Power Gamers, Rules Lawyers, Team Players, and Just Wants to Play Anything.

Power Gamers are one of the two bad types gamers.  They only play to win.  They spend their time in games figuring out how to win and only win usually through amassing as much power as they can.  Be power in the form of stat crunching, manipulating the rules, belittling other players and so on.  Power Gamers can quickly ruin a game for everyone at a table.  So concerned with winning that they do not tend to take the other players into consideration unless they can help them win.  Power Gamers are the people who want to play a game to the end even though they beat everyone ten turns ago.  In role-playing games Power Gamers spend as much time pouring over the character creation rules looking for the best way to manipulate the numbers so that their character starts out with damn near everything and the kitchen sink.  In collectable card games, Magic the Gathering for example, they will spend days, weeks, even months making the “perfect deck” that can and does stomp everyone in three turns.  In video games, Power Gamers have all of the cool overpowered gear and tend to be the people who in team games play by themselves unconcenered if the rest of their team is getting slaughtered, just as long as they are still alive and winning.  Power Gamers also tend be very poor loosers.

Rules Lawyers are unique to tabletop games.  I haven’t found a rules lawyer in video game and the reason for this is that video game rules are hardwired into the game.  A Rules Lawyer cannot argue the finer points of the language with their Xbox and have it change its mind.  Rules Lawyers are the other bad type of gamer.  A Rules Lawyer is not concerned with winning.  They can and generally tend to be good team players.  However, they are the bane of anyone running a game and can totally derail a game if they don’t get what they perceive as “their way.”  Rules Lawyers will be one of the first challenges that anyone who runs games will have to deal with and they are a great learning group for learning how to deal with people who are always right.   The Rules Lawyer only studies the rules, they are interested in how the game works.  Not necessarily why it works, but how the rules are written and they expect that you have as much knowledge of the rules as they do.  A “good” Rules Lawyer will be able to call up the most obscure rule at the drop of a hat if it will help them win an argument and argue they do.  Fail to remember a rule and the Rules Lawyer will remind, which is good, until your interpretation of a rule does not match theirs and then they will challenge and keep challenging.  Like Power Gamers, Rules Lawyers are poor loosers.  Unlike Power Gamers who will keep coming back to a game, Rules Lawyers tend to quit games once their have been out argued or they cannot convince everyone else that their interpretation is the only interpretation.

Team Players are the best gamers.  They want to win, but if they don’t win they aren’t bothered by it.  Many of them see loosing as a bigger learning experience than winning.  Team Players want everyone to have fun, because the more people who are having fun the better the experience.  This doesn’t mean that they can’t be Power Gamers or Rules Lawyers, but it does mean that they keep the bad tendencies of those people in check so that everyone can have fun  Team Players will play a game at a slower pace so that other people can learn or get a turn in luck to make the game challenging for all.  Team Players will help new players, work with experienced players, don’t tend to hog the limelight and above all don’t lord winning over everyone else.  Team Players in video games will work with other players in game and out of game make sure that new players know how to work the controls and teach them some of the tricks.  Team Players in role-playing games try to make sure that everyone gets involved, learn the ins and outs and generally have a good time.  Team Players in collectable card games will, instead of going for the win, stretch out a game so that the other player can see how their deck works or get a change in luck.  They will work with players of all stripes to help them get the most out of the game.  Team Players are good winners and loosers and yes their is a such a thing as being a good winner and looser.

Just Wants to Play Anything is a neutral gamer.  They either haven’t figured out where they fit in or they haven’t had a group to play with in a while and will play whatever is going on regardless of how they feel about it.  The Just Wants to Play gamer is common in all groups and almost every gamer at one time or another will become a Just Wants to Play gamer.  However it is important to recognize this because if they don’t get interested they will be the first to quit.

The advent and popularity saw the rise of a few new categories of gamers and I have described how the old categories have adapted to video gamers.  The Lifer, The Runner and The Camper are the three major categories of video games.

Now while these really apply to first-person shooters they do apply into other types of video games.  The Lifer is someone who has adopted a game as their game.  They play that game the majority of the time.  They have played through every aspect of the game multiple times.  They can tell you every tiny detail about the game in nausetatng detail.  In most games, Lifers are annoying fan-boys like Trekkies, in first-person shooters they are the bane of every other gamer who is not a Lifer.  Having spent the majority of their time playing the game they know and own everything possible to maximize their performance while neutralizing everyone else in the game.  They will not only have the highest level, but will have the best weapon with the ultra-limited edition skin only available to six people in the world.  If you are playing with a Lifer they are a font of information that will improve your game, if you are playing against one be prepared to get nothing out of the experience unless you like watching other people do well at your expense.

The Runner is someone who likes to stay on the move, they tend to play games with a lot of movement in them.  In racing games they are good racers.  In first-person shooters they don’t stop other than to look around a corner before bolting off to the next point.  The Runner can fall into any of the other categories of gamers, but their inability to stay still for even a few seconds is what marks and drives them.

The Camper is the opposite of the runner, they stay in one area until they are discovered.  They favor precision over movement.  Like The Runner, Campers can fall into any of the other categories of gamers, but when they are playing they take their time making any move.  They will wait for the most opportune moment before taking an action.

Like I said above these are some of the broad categories of gamers that I have noted over the many years of playing games.  There are tons of subcategories, cross-categories and exceptions that prove the rule.  It is, for me a fascinating topic, for you probably not so much, but then again this is MY blog, so you will one day have to suffer through another one of these.

One last thing, winning and loosing.  Everyone wants to win, but unless the game is unique not everyone can win.  There is such a thing as being a good winner and being a good looser.  Good winners thank everyone for playing, let the loosers know that they were appreicated and even let them know good plays that they made.  Later they will work with the loosers to improve their game.  Good loosers will thank the winner for the game and will not bemoan all of the reasons why they lost.  They will, if they are interested in the game, seek out advice to improve their game.

Be a good winner or looser.

Just A Day In the Life 1

If anyone is looking for Barb over the next few days I suggest you start your search in Skyrim.  She will be wandering the mountainous wilderness, shooting deer for food, slaying bandits, helping the helpless and slaying dragons.  She will not be doing anything else.  I will, on Monday, have to knock the dust from her.  Hopefully she drinks the blended dinners that I make.

Barb is a gamer, but she is not into every game, for example she doesn’t do shooters, but she does play Forza, just about any puzzle game and her favorite of favorites is Morrowind.  When we had Morrowind she put in close to 50 hours on the game which was a pretty big deal for her.  Now we have Skyrim. She was watching me go through the opening tutorial-walk thru and was marveling at how much has changed.  As soon as we got home she booted up the Xbox and started her adventure.

It is an addicting game because it sucks you in.  I remember getting so far along in Morrowind that I would climb or fly to the top of the tallest mountain in the game and just watch the weather change or the sun set.  No lie.

So our video game habits aside, today was about getting a new tire.  Two holes in a sidewall will do that.  Not complaining, a new tire beats the hell out of having to fill up the old tire every two days with air.  Was getting to the point where the gas station attendent would just turn on the pump as we pulled up.  Now that is a sad moment.

The process of getting the tire kept me busy while I was in class.  I was texting in class to keep up with what was going on.  So much that I apologized to the prof after the class.  I despise people who text in class and there I was texting, so I felt the need to apologize.  It’s the adult thing to do and since my age alone qualifies me as an adult I felt that I should behave as one and who knows maybe be an inspiration to some of the kids around me.

Today was a day without any deep thoughts.

In fact the deepest thought I am having at the moment is finding some information on social capital for my speech on Monday.  I would suggest that if you get the chance that you should come for my speech.  I may use you as a visual aid or may use your presence to demonstrate what I am talking about.  Or you can watch me make a total ass out of myself, either way it will be entertaining.

The next deepest thought, is has having a get-together with the variety (yes I said variety instead of various) of people I know up here.  Given the diverse areas that I have been meeting them I thought them meeting each other and meeting my family over food, movies, booze and games would be a good idea.  Plus fun to boot.  Unfortunately as I tend to do, I don’t look at the calendar until after the fact.  So that it is almost Thanksgiving was not a concern of mine until it was pointed out that the majority of people will not be around.  Thus, I am moving my plans to post Thanksgiving.  Sure anyone we know that is around can drop in on or around Thanksgiving always plenty of food and we aren’t going anywhere (pretty sure inbetween cooking the turkey Barb will be wandering Skyrim).

To wrap this up, there seems to be a combination of new people (people I just met), old people (people I have known for a while), Pharmpeople and Barb’s friends (people from Barb’s pharmclass and facebook list) and random people (no idea who or where they come from) reading the blog and as I like to do from time to time in the rambling, if anyone has any questions that they want to ask about me or what I do or the like, put them in the comment section.  If I get enough I will turn it into a blog post.

Like they say in Skyrim, “Keep one eye on the skies you never know when a dragon is flying overhead.”

Dinosaur Gamer

Up front, I don’t “plan” on writing more than one blog a day, but on occasion something catches my eye or brain and I write about it.

In this case I was reading Barb’s Facebook page and one of her UT friends posted something about having to do DnD and studying MedChem.   My first thought, before I found out different, was that she was a FSU Pharmperson who played Dungeons and Dragons.  I was excited.  :) A classmate of Barb’s who was “cool.”  (apologies to the FSU Pharmpeople who read this, but to date I haven’t met too many of you to know if you are “cool”) Then someone posted D&D (which is the abreviation for Dungeons and Dragons to us dinosaur gamers) Fuck Yeah!, then I knew I was probably wrong.  Barb proceeded to explain to me that she did not likely play Dungeons and Dragons.  I was slighly bummed.  :( Meanwhile Big Man, I would use his real name, but everyone named Chris would think I was talking about them and besides to me he is THE Big Man.

I digress, Big Man and I had been talking most of the day about getting something more than nothing published in the gaming industry.  As of this moment we both have one thing officially published by one game company or another.  The more we talked the further back in gaming history we went until I think I stopped at the dawn of gaming (blue cover Dungeons and Dragons anyone?) and he put the brakes somewhere in the 80′s (West End Games d6 Star Wars).  It got me thinking that when I say gamer it means one thing to me and means a whole other thing to everyone else completely based upon age.

I’m glad that gaming has become so mainstream, because back when I was a younger man (I was not born a grouchy, old man despite what Jessica may think), playing Dungeons and Dragons was, again depending upon where you were, akin to torturing cats, worshipping the devil, something that only “wierdos” did or something that you should be shunned for-similar to having a very contagious disease.  Gamers gathered together at each other house and played games that didn’t have a board and dice that weren’t squares.  They spoke an odd language with a jargon all its own.  Finding other gamers was like getting laid; a very special occasion that you wanted to repeat as often as possible and during those days any game, well almost any game, was a good game.

Tangent-Packers are stomping the crap out of the Chargers, Barb is happy.  I just want to vomit.  No, not because she is happy.

Being a gamer didn’t get any easier either, as video games started coming out.  Playing video games, in the early pre-Playstation and Xbox days, came with its own associations usually violence, avoidance of sunshine (this trait was shared by roleplaying gamers and vampires-no connection though), a fascination with plumbing (Mario anyone?), cheat codes and having to get the high score.  Being a roleplaying gamer who also played video games was double trouble, sheesh the only thing I needed was an STD.  Thankfully being a gamer kept me from getting an STD (you do the math).

Then one day it all changed-the entire landscape of being a gamer.  I don’t know when, but I remember being at City Club (an Industrial Dance Bar in Detroit) talking to someone about the next day’s roleplaying session when this huge goth mutherfucker walked up and started chating with us about gaming.  Then it happened again and again and again and in a wide variety of places.  Suddenly, being a gamer was okay.  Sure you had to indicate which kind of games you played as roleplaying, collectible card games, minature wargames and video games all suddenly became cool to play and play in public in one degree or another.  Video and collectible card games were at the high end with minature and roleplaying at the low end.  It was a good decade.  It was a fun decade.

Now when I say I am a gamer everyone asks what video games do you play or deity forbid do you play Farmville.  Which cool with me, not the Farmville part, because I am a HUGE Xbox 360 fan (except for those few games that give me motion sickness), but when I talk about playing a roleplaying game like Dungeons and Dragons or finding people who play Magic the Gathering I tend to get the quizical look that says “I have heard of those things, but I don’t partake.” That is when I start feeling like a dinosaur.

I like being able to play online with people now, but it’s not the same as playing a game with people in the same room.  Hell even playing video games with a person in the same room is better than playing online.  There is nothing that compares with seeing people’s faces light up as they play a game with another person.  Doesn’t matter if they win or lose.  There is the social aspect that cannot be duplicated online.  I know.  Yes, I have a microphone and you know what it stays off most of the time because the anonymity of the internet only brings out the assholes.  If you are sitting at my table playing a game with me and say some of the stuff I hear online you will be shown the door, if not by me, by someone else at the table.

Is this me waxing nostalgic about what I view as “better days?”  Nope.  Sure I miss being able to having between four and thirty-five people over to play a game for hours on end for days on end.  I definitely miss the social aspect of it.  But I have to admit that my available time has changed as have my priorities.  I also have the pleasure of raising two next generation gamers, my kids, at the moment they are learning how to behave over games of Lego Herica and learning how to keep up with the adults on the Xbox 360.  This means my kids will have the best of the gaming world.

So yes, I would like to play games face to face more often, but as long as I have an XBOX friend or two online who is fun to play with I won’t mind too much. :)

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