I waffled over whether to put an exclamation point after that, but since Iím only trying to casually say hello, not greet the living shit out of you during your unsuspecting blog rounds, I didnít use punctuation. Which, admittedly, makes it feel kinda lame.
Anyway, hi, Iím Zugzwang. Iíve posted a few blogs already, but have been urged by more knowledgeable members of the community to introduce myself. Coming from the most barren salt flats of the blogosphere (where if your metaphor breaks down you have to slice it open and crawl inside to make it through the night), Iím not used to people asking about me unless theyíre displaced Nigerian royalty, thus the basic courtesy of introducing myself never really occurred to me. So, unless this is the most elaborate Nigerian ruse yet (and Iím watching, ever vigilantÖ), why donít we get to it.
Iíve been playing games since the NES, which taught me all kinds of important life lessons, like how to live up to great expectations (Super Mario Bros. 3
), how sometimes a bargain can still be a rip-off (Dino Riki
), how pure brilliance can go unsung (Metal Storm
), and how just under the surface boils an ocean of white-hot rage that only needs the proper goading to explode forth in a torrential blue-streak of compound groundings (Ninja Gaiden 2
). I stayed a loyal Nintendo kid up through the N64, around which time I got my first summer job bussing tables, promptly squandering the sweat of my brow on a Playstation (Just to tide me over till the 64DD came out, you see). Shortly thereafter, wandering across Midgar and creeping through Shadow Moses, I came to the realization that pig-headed brand sectarianism only gets in the way of what makes the hobby worthwhile: games, pure and simple. Owning another console did not cause Mario to slit his wrists the next time I fired up the 64, and likewise, playing a few rounds of Goldeneye
did not make Cloud slip into a vegetative sta-ooohh Jesus, no
. How could I have been so blind? What have these Hands WROUGHT?!
ÖÖ.Also, spoiler alert.
Seasons came and went, I moved on to the PC, the PS2, the Gamecube. Presumably, at some point during all this I was leading an active and healthy social life wherein many a wild oat was sown and a legendary pantheon of maidenheads got all kinds of tow up. A living Bob Seger song, I was...*cough*...
Later, I went off to college for a number of profound and expensive years before emerging godless, dispassionate, and in possession of degrees that have allowed me to tongue-kiss the very essence of the American Dream: Working part-time at a middling department store, restocking shoes. Bless you, College of Liberal Arts. Bless you.
I was warned.
Nowadays, Iím on the PS3 (and PC, when woeful specs allow), enjoying an array of old and new while waiting for the day I convince myself that going into even greater hock for another non-professional degree is a good idea. I live in Colorado, where all white people, eventually, are required to buy a high-end bicycle and matching spandex onesies, go organic, and ride around feeling good about themselves until theyíre tanned to a bright, carroty orange.
Favorites this generation have included Fallout 3
, and the nth iterations of Street Fighter IV
. I love most genres, but I do have a special place in my heart for fighting games, despite being an eternal scrub at everything but Guilty Gear
(where being mindlessly aggressive just tends to work out). Currently, Iím looking forward to Dark Souls
, Asuraís Wrath
, SFIII OE
, and (never thought Iíd say this) the new Blood Rayne
Iíve been enjoying D-toid for about two years now, and Iím looking forward to contributing in my own meager way. Hope yíall enjoy.