Has your son or daughter ever started crying from their bed, when they were suppose to be asleep for the night, while your group is fighting to stay alive in Scholomance?
Maybe your wife has called for your help while your kid is freaking out, and all you’re trying to do is desperately hear the critical scene with Andrew Ryan in Bioshock.
Some of you may even have survived the torture of making small talk at your in-laws house during a Sunday afternoon dinner. But all you wanted to do was stab an almost uber-charged medic in the back while playing Team Fortress 2 (which still gives me a boner every time I do it).
The struggles of a video game dad. They are so meaningless to those outside of our world. My wife can’t understand why I have to intently listen to Andrew Ryan’s lecture of a free man, or why my group in WoW will blast me for dropping out during a Scholomance beat down.
And it pains me. It pains me every time I miss the critical plot twist because the kids suddenly start screaming, or when a boss starts pwning me because my daughter thought it would be funny to jump in my arms and block my view. Oh…and the pain of the screen going blank because my daughter pulled the cord or hit the power button…ugghh.
But in the end, you put up with it all because of a little thing called love. You figure out a few tricks of how to work through it and smile through the rest. Video games definitely aren’t what they used to be for me.
But that’s ok. Besides, maybe one day we’ll have family video game tournaments. Now that would be a dad’s dream come true.
This is why if I have children, cages will be involved /gg
I dont have kids, but if I did... o god