Adulthood: the great devourer of gaming time

“Father Time” by Paimonerra

One of the things you realize once you’re an adult is how easy life was when you were a teenager, and how arrogant and stupid you were for wishing to be an adult. One of the greatest perks of my teenage years was all the time I had to play all the video games in the world. I didn’t care much for homework, and I didn’t feel the need to do exceptionally well in school. I did however feel the need to finish the latest Xbox game or help my guild in World of Warcraft. I had my priorities back then, and I thought that in the future, I would still be able to invest the same amount of time into my dear hobby.

Boy, was I wrong.

You see, when you grow up, your priorities change. You see that there are more important things in life than just having fun. You want to invest in a future, no matter if it’s the financial, social or professional part of it. You re-think your decisions, and make sure that the ones you make will count. Before you know it, your childish wants are gone, and you find yourself in a place of your own, with the love of your life on the couch you bought from your own savings. After you pay the rent and bring out the trash, you take a look at yourself and you realize you’ve grown up. That caught you off-guard, didn’t it?

Next to this change in priorities and the sudden realization that groceries do cost money, you also find yourself with a lack of time. That’s of course because of these new priorities. You need money, right? Well, that requires a job, and a job devours time. You want to build up a good and strong relationship with your partner? That swallows time as well. A day only has twenty-four hours, and before you know it, you have to get back into bed to be in office on time and awake.

At first, you don’t notice it that much, but during one of those rare free Saturday afternoons, you browse through your collection of games and notice that you didn’t finish a single game in the past six months. Come to think of it, you realize that your total gaming time over the last few weeks is not more than about four hours. Where did the raiding nights go? Where did the Sunday morning pre-breakfast gaming sessions go? Who dared to take them away for you?

Adulthood did, my friend. Adulthood, the great devourer of your teenage gaming time.

Yeah, I’m dramatizing this, especially since I really don’t mind being an adult (with many childish streaks). However, it makes you realize how precious the gaming moments you have are. It’s a hobby I enjoy, and thus I enjoy every minute of it. I want to make the most of the time I have with my games, which explains my gaming / MMO ADD.  No matter how old I grow, I can’t see myself without a good RPG on my harddrive and a controller in my shaky, wrinkled hands.

Adulthood, eat as much as you want from my gaming time. The one thing you will never consume is my love for the digital arts.

Angels & Demons – it’s not about good or evil, but about right and wrong

“Demon VS Angel” by JoeSlucher

WARNING: The following post uses stories, creatures and terminology from real-world religion. People who are easily offended might avoid this post. The author does not intend to ridicule any religion more than it already does itself, but you are hereby warned. 

If you think this post will be about one of Dan Brown’s most popular books, I have to disappoint you. While I do like his works, this tale will be about real angels and demons (as far as there are real ones). Servants of good and evil are an eternal trope of fantasy and fiction in general. Since the day that humanity tells stories about gods and deities, it also tells about their semi-divine servants and messengers. In the Judeo-Christian tradition, angels and demons are common envoys of respectively God and the Devil, who epitomise good and evil. It is only logical then that angels and demons are than perceived as the good guys on one side (angels) and the bad guys on the other (demons). However, given the origin of the divide between angels and demons, I believe that the conflict between them is more one of who is morally right and who is wrong.  Leave your bibles at home, ’cause we’re in for a metaphysical essay without the religious dressing!