Published on September 18th, 2013 | by Michaela Buckley1
Thoughts of a violent videogame maniac
Videogames have changed.
They’re no longer a place for the persecuted minority.
A haven where I can express pent-up feelings of the rest of humanity.
Where I can freely enact fantasies of violence against work colleagues, friends and family.
Where I can create maps as organisation for my real-life crimes and plan out maximum devastation with maximum efficiency.
It used to be an exclusive place, which harboured a unique community with whom I could talk about my troubles and we could support one another with our aggressive countermeasures against the evil, corporate society.
But now, there isn’t anyone like me, I am alone, the exception, because the internet is filled with sneering women-defenders and game reviewers going on about ‘ludo dissing’ my games, changing them, warping them into an unsightly beast I no longer recognise.
Like that Bioshock Infinite, it was really awesome, I got to kill people with my claw thing, but then at the end it was all talky and they kept going on about stuff that was uninteresting and at one point was saying about how my dude was evil because he kept killing those people. Like, that’s what games are about fools! Just actions, not thinking about actions!
Tomb Raider was much better, but it could have done without those cutscenes, they were too depressing.
Not to worry, it’s not all rubbish. I am going to get my copy of the new GTA V game.
I hope they get rid of all those pointless missions where you don’t get to shoot anyone and those annoying main characters who want to ‘get out the business’ all the fucking time. They bring the game down, they’re holding me back. I just want to shoot hookers and shit.
Nowadays, I am simply unable to get my message out there. I work hard, playing games and planning, but when my work is finished and my victims’ families lay sobbing at their gravesides, they won’t thank me. They won’t blame me.
They’ll blame the videogames. I have no thought, I have no responsibility.
All of my suffering, their suffering, is nobody’s fault. No single person or movement can prevent it. Only games.
I am sick and tired of everyone ignoring me, nobody cares about me. I am fed up of it, it’s been happening my entire life, first my parents, then the kids at school. Now all of society is just trying to ignore me, push me under a rug, they won’t write about me, they only care about the videogames.
Well, I’ll make them regret it.