Monday, February 15, 2010

Mass Escapism

Ok, you're obviously the hotter one...

I had a bit of an introspective moment earlier today while casually flirting with three of my shipmates in Mass Effect 2. While making eyes, and more importantly (since the game has no eye recognition software included) choosing the correct "fall in love with me" dialogue options - Miranda, the no-nonsense, genetically-perfect Cerberus operative, Jack, the angry, tortured Biotic super solider, and Yeoman Kelly, the perky space secretary (my safety lay, if we're being honest) were all slowly starting to realize how much they simply couldn't resist my sexual advances. While all of this was going on, and I was naturally enjoying every minute of it, I asked myself: "God, why do I love this so so much?"

It's not just that I'm an intergalactic space pimp, a badass Vanguard warrior, or just an all around super sweet guy. It's that in Mass Effect, and just about any game, the universe revolves around me. Shit simply does not get done without me. Every single conflict in the multiple galaxies my Commander Shepard traverses needs me to help solve it, sometimes with my words, sometimes with my guns (and jedi-like powers), and on rare occasions, with my penis.*

I've spent a significant amount of my time playing around in this particular metaphorical playground. And I don't necessarily think any one would ever call me a narcissist, I definitely think it's rubbed off on me on some level. As I've mentioned in the past, I have a primal need to be the center of attention in a room/conversation/message board (actually I pretty much stay awake from these entirely). I'm ridiculously competitive, to the point where people have decided they can't play board games with me because "I take them too seriously." Though, to be fair, those people really really suck at board games and had no business playing in the first place. Finally, I pretty much assume my internal logic is universally the only logic. If that's not how I would of done it, I have a hard time making any sense of it. (Good luck with that, ladies)

I have no idea how I would have turned out had I never played video games at all (probably an all star athlete of some kind), and whether or not these traits were bolstered or generated by the many hours of video games, but either way, it's safe to say that at this point in time the allure of a game like Mass Effect is not just plain 'ol escapism, but 'Narciscapism' (which google has informed me I totally just coined!) in which I zone out of the world where I'm a tiny, insignificant speck of a man and become the...well, biggest, most significant speck there ever was.

But you're the kinkier one, with so many issues...that I can fix! Decisions, decisions...

Now, if you'll excuse me, there's three women and a sprawling universe patiently awaiting my next move.


Currently playing: Nothing but Mass Effect 2 with every spare moment I have (part of the lengthy delay in blog posts - apologies!).

*Side note - on the most recent amped gaming podcast, which was entirely about Mass Effect 2, we discussed the need for there to be a "pull your dick out" option during every interaction, because it would always be such a strong, bold move guaranteed to get a strong reaction to whoever you're talking to. I defy anyone to argue with that statement. And you can guess how I'll respond to you.