I have been a gamer for as long as I can remember. From Sega, Dreamcast, Nintendo, to Gameboy, to PS4. I am a game head. No matter what the platform I am ready to have a great time and immerse myself into the Play.
A few years ago my mom was complaining about my kid brother. That all he ever does is stay in his room on the computer for hours at a time. That sometimes he would miss dinner, lunch, and breakfast just locked up in his room. Oblivious to everything.
During that time our father had passed away about seven month before. Every since his death my brother will not do anything but play games. At first my mom thought it was an less destructive way of handling his grief. He had not turn to drugs, alcohol, sex, or really he has never really rebelled in any for in his entire life. Less not leaving his game world as our mother request.
Of course being the older brother and I guess the man of the house she ask me to speak to him. See where his head is and what exactly is he doing in there. Never one to be able to say no to her I obliged and talked to him.
It is probably the worst and best thing that has ever happen to me.
As I was talking to my brother checking to see how he was doing and feeling. I luckily lost interest in my own conversation.
He was playing WYD and I was a goner, hook, line and sinker!