The 'Feel' of a Game

Let’s get metaphysical about games.

                When I say that I am not a metaphysical person I mean that I do not believe in some greater power in the sky that throws down sunbeams and lightning at us, or occasionally pisses upon us, but I do rather enjoy believing in some immaterial things – no, I do not believe that the spirits of the dead still inhabit this world, even if they do I rather doubt someone will have more power dead than they did alive since I don’t think ‘spontaneous telekinesis’ is something you attain when you’re worm chowder or ashes or whatever – but I enjoy believing in there being a metaphysical layer to things and experiences, that indeed there is a subconscious lurking within every human and that our physical and social manifestations are but our persona to deal with the world while we have shadows that hide our own deepest, darkest and strangest desires from us, like a fetish for women in suits, and I do enjoy believing that our enjoyment of media goes beyond merely experiencing it.

I just played... Super Metroid

In space, everybody can hear that the last Metroid is in captivity.

                I could say that I don’t get chills every time I hear Super Metroid’s main theme, but I could also say that I am the crowned Queen of India. I’d scarcely believe that a game such as Super Metroid would need much introduction because its reputation and the internet far precede anything I could say. I could introduce Hitler to you, but I wouldn’t need to because the world is overly aware of who and what Hitler was, so unless I had something extraordinary to add, like ‘Hitler reared a squadron of Attack Squirrels’, introductions would be rendered rather pointless. So yes, Super Metroid, it’s a game and you know you know about it.

I just played... Bioshock Infinite

In this reality, much wasted potential.

                I find pineapples rather interesting. How externally they are coarse and sharp, capable of leaving you with cuts to rival that of your average depressed teenager’s wrists; but the inside is something else, soft, sweet and delicious, with only a tinge of prickly fibre to remind you of its exterior. What does this have to do with Bioshock Infinite? Nothing, I just wanted to talk about pineapples for a moment.