[Disclaimer: This blog does not represent the views or opinions of Enkido as he exists in a sane state and he cannot be held responsible for the content expressed in this article. For real, we are as different as Tetris blocks. Also, cocks.]
When it comes to gaming, my family essentially covers every conceivable part of the spectrum. From none whatsoever, gaming is blasphemy, to hardcore gamer, games can be art, and everything in between, my family has it all covered. The best way to show how true this really is is to show you guys exactly what goes into my family, and explain where they all stand on the scale. So without further ado:
I was gonna put Jecht
, but I'm not a failure.
As you may have guessed my dad is at the end of the spectrum that I described above as gaming is blasphemy. He believes that anything else a person could be doing other than playing games is time better spent. I have no fond memories of playing games with my dad in my early formative years as others do, but somehow gaming became a part of my families activities, somewhat to my dads chagrin. The extent of the influence he had on our gaming was caving in to my mom after my younger siblings and I had bothered her enough to buy a game. We would get systems for Christmas/Birthdays (fun fact: my siblings and I were all born in December), but the consoles were for us and never would my dad play with us. When I was in middle and high school, games were nothing but an unnecessary distraction and something that could be used as ransom for when I was grounded, a fairly frequent occurrence, for me anyway. My financial liberation from my parents has seen the purchase of both my PS3 and Wii as well as a healthy games collection, and while my dad never approved of my purchasing decisions, he does appreciate the the PS3 plays blu-ray, and as long as I am making headway in my classes he could care less how much I game while I'm away at college.
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Ah yes, Meine Mutter, where to begin. She was the voice of reason to my dad and the one possessed of the political will that could bring my dad to support the children's gaming habit. She would be the one to go to during my early years to fulfill my gaming needs. Like my father, she was never into games herself, but stopped short of being critical of my gaming habits. During the early years she would never play with me but I never minded, as long as she was willing to facilitate my hobby she was cool with me. In recent years however she has become the stereotypical Wii mom. I'm sure a majority of you know what I am talking about, but for those who don't let us just say that she bought Wii fit, with the balance board and never used it. Fortunately, I was the one who bought the Wii and it is still appreciated, where I fear that my mom very well may have purchased a Wii to allow it to collect dust. Other than that she is happy that the PS3 can play blu-ray, music, and that she can get movies and shows off the PSN. Unfortunately, at the moment her only involvement in the gaming world is keeping me from playing after work while she watches Oprah and Criminal Minds.
The needle is for my Pulp Fiction style overdoses
My sister is six years my junior and is the epitome of a casual gamer. Last I heard she was playing some kind of parking flash game online (/shudder). I have nothing against casual gamers, but just her taste in general perturbs me. She has so much to choose from but will not even entertain my suggestions. I am sure that if she tried Mario Galaxy she could be made into a respectable gamer yet, if only she were not so stubborn. For a recent example, recall that many people have decried the Sonic games for quite a while now. For a bit of retrospect, she holds Sonic Adventure Battle 2 to be the high water mark of gaming. I understand the sentiment "to each their own," but there are much better games in the Sonic series, as well as other games that have much better mechanics. Unfortunately she will hear none of it. I feel that if I could perhaps get a DS with some good games, it would be a nudge in the right direction that could finally make her see the light.
Only because if this is him, I get to be Snake, a condition that comes with an awesome mustache.
My brother is a bit of a mystery. I have a hard time placing him. For a very good example of our early gaming years see this
from about the third paragraph down. Honestly, this really sums up my brother and I when gaming is involved. Well, I can't in good conscious leave it like that so I guess the rest lies in the details. Like I said, my brother is a bit of a gaming enigma. We used to play together a lot, but ever since I moved to college he kind of stopped playing, as far as I know completely. Since the second Xbox is where we drew the line on replacing them, and I own both the PS3 and Wii, there is no gaming system in our house until I descend to find work in my hometown during the summer. You would think that this makes my brother a non-gamer, as he never, as far as I know, plays except during the times when I am in town for any extended period of time.
He is by no means a non gamer though. When I do come home, it is like I never left. We go right to playing like we used to, most recently finishing all the co-op missions in Modern Warfare 2 on veteran together, a task we agreed to finish after starting it during my past visit. I can honestly say that since I have been back this summer he has played more than I have, his game of choice being my Fallout 3 GOTY edition. He gets out of school early every day and while I work full time and take classes, he plays. Some of you on my friends list may have noticed that I am on a lot playing Fallout. Well the truth is I have not played Fallout 3 once on my PS3 (not that it is a bad game, but I got it so one of my friends could play and I would just watch him). I know that it has caused confusion in the SSFIV ranbat that I am currently participating in as my opponents see that I am logged in and try to invite me to a match, only to be ignored by my brother. He can play for hours at a time and I have no doubt he will have earned me a platinum trophy for the game by the time the summer is over. Because of this I have no doubt that he is still very much a gamer.
Now for the sad part. My brother and I are walking very different paths. I am going to college to get a degree in Engineering and he is set on joining the military, more specifically the Marines. While I have nothing against the Marines or our armed forces, he has this romanticized idea of being a soldier and so he wants to be an infantryman. He has all the resources to be a great officer, but he is set on being a grunt. To be blunt, this scares the shit out of me. Also, it means that this may be the last time I get to see him for any great length of time for a very long time. With me in college and getting ready to move out permanently into my own place, even when I come back to visit he may not be there. Even the hobby we used to share may not be able to keep us together despite being able to play online as he doesn't have a PS3. Really all I can do is spend as much time as I can with him on some of the few commonalities that we still share and that is gaming.
Oh, that's what it is.
Well, if you read this far, you may have guessed from the spectrum that aside from the fact that I have gone nuclear, I am the hardcore gamer of my family. While I haven't been playing all my life, it became a large part of my life and continues to be my go to hobby. I know all about the upcoming games, get giddy when E3 comes around, and keep up with gaming news, as well as arguing and writing, on a certain game site
(ha!). When it comes to gaming and my family I am the obsessed to my father, the supported by my mother, the messenger to my sister, and the partner to my brother. One thing is for sure though is that if I were ever to have a family, god forbid, gaming would be without a doubt be a part of it. Also, my kid is so going to put your kid in his place when Pokemon Lanthanum comes out (/futuretroll).
Bonus fun fact: Were you to average the dates of my sibling's as well as my own birthdays and subtract nine months it curiously puts you a mere day after St.Patrics Day. Make of that what you will.
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