In three decades of playing videogames, I haven’t pretend-killed a fraction of the people that health insurance companies murder for real in a single fiscal year.
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I have, but only because I used to play plague inc. and have pretend killed almoat the entire world several times over. And even got Greenland a few times too. Otherwise, probaly not
If only videogames had that kind of effect on us, me and all my friends would have left the wretched cities behind for an overgrown farm with small town girls who literally eat rocks. Instead we suffer further under capitalism everyday.
And you're a Dynasty Warriors fan, so your life-long pretend kill list is more than likely WAY goddamn higher than the average gamer by an order of magnitude
(Yes I know the games call it your 'K.O.' count but that's the biggest load of bullshit since 9)
Indeed, when I play games, I often try to *save* as many people as possible, because in most of my power fantasies, I want the power to help as many people as I can.
Fun things to do in MoO2: make one race consist entirely of a different race because that's all the people they have left. Stalemate a winning scenario as many days as you can, then surrender to get the undisputed high score.
I have literally played games where the sole point is to be an evil mass murderer.
And yet, after 22 years of being alive, at this current rate, it would take several millennia to reach the kill count of that one guy who just got whacked and sent to hell.
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'Among us' --> 'Kill a CEO in Broad Daylight' Pipeline, and I lost whatever stale shred of respect I had for NBC.
I lost so much respect in fact, that I daydreamed about building a time machine to go back to a time, long, Looonnng ago.
A time where past, naïve me ---
And in this lucid delusion, I did what was necessary as the droning, half-static news coverage played across the screen of a projection TV.
Which was of course, to powerfully and repeatedly kick myself in the balls so hard that the pain and stomach churning violence ---
As boot thudded against pelvis I'd Yell
"N B C... IS... NOT... TO... BE... TRUSTED!"
And only after my pelvis was a fine-grit sand, and my flesh had all but evaporated into a pink mist...
(In all seriousness though, Fuuuuuuuck NBC...)
(Yes I know the games call it your 'K.O.' count but that's the biggest load of bullshit since 9)
Kinda glad 14 year old me never figured that out...
And yet, after 22 years of being alive, at this current rate, it would take several millennia to reach the kill count of that one guy who just got whacked and sent to hell.
Hope he’s feeling toasty.