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Example:
I was playing GTA3 the other day. I had spent 3hrs running around Liberty City stealing cars, shooting joggers and trying to get the army to come out because I wanted a tank race with them. I was so deeply immersed in the game and forgot all track of time.
And then I went down to the town for some provisions.
On my way, as I walked alongside the road, I had absolutely no urge to yank someone out of their car and drive away.
Once in town, it never once occured to me to climb to a rooftop and start taking potshots at passers-by. This is because I did not have a weapon and I had forgotten already that I had played the game that morning.
Or when I had been playing Return To Castle Wolfenstein all day Sunday.
The following day, not once did I get the urge to smash open the boxes outside and see if ammo lay inside. Nor did I prowl the cellars of my work and hunt for nazi creatures that may be down there.
Or take the shocking example of playing Gran Turismo non-stop.
I had to then go out and drive to London.
I was heading down the motorway and saw a car rapidly approaching in my mirror. He was sure to over-take me and get there quicker.
So what did I do? Bearing in mind my gaming world mind requires me to move over and shunt him into the wall?
I lit a smoke,turned the radio up and had yet another Ginster's sausage roll explode in a cloud of pastry once I bit into it.
I didn't try to race him, I didn't try to force him off the road and laugh, looking behind me with no awareness of what was approaching.
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I don't know, maybe it's me but when I turn a game off I then forget all about it until such a time that I play it again.
I don't expect my world to morph into a game environment and I don't mistake visitors for aliens arriving to invade my science complex.
Because I don't have one.
Because it's just a game.
However when I realised I wasn't picking up any "crazy through" bonuses, I decided to return to normal life.
Oh and after I played Zelda OoT for 20 hours I found it strange that people talked to me without speech bubbles. But then, some of you might find it strange that people spoke to me at all???
"films don't make killers, they just make them more creative"
or something like that.
Games don't make Psycho's, they just make 'em more creative!
That's from Scream.
Games don't make Psycho's, they just make 'em more creative!
That's classy. :)
And because of these few, 'experts' belive games are bad for us and make us killers. I've said it before but i'll say it again. Squezing a trigger in real life is much different to pulling one in a game. Games don't make Psycho's, they just make 'em more creative!
Example:
I was playing GTA3 the other day. I had spent 3hrs running around Liberty City stealing cars, shooting joggers and trying to get the army to come out because I wanted a tank race with them. I was so deeply immersed in the game and forgot all track of time.
And then I went down to the town for some provisions.
On my way, as I walked alongside the road, I had absolutely no urge to yank someone out of their car and drive away.
Once in town, it never once occured to me to climb to a rooftop and start taking potshots at passers-by. This is because I did not have a weapon and I had forgotten already that I had played the game that morning.
Or when I had been playing Return To Castle Wolfenstein all day Sunday.
The following day, not once did I get the urge to smash open the boxes outside and see if ammo lay inside. Nor did I prowl the cellars of my work and hunt for nazi creatures that may be down there.
Or take the shocking example of playing Gran Turismo non-stop.
I had to then go out and drive to London.
I was heading down the motorway and saw a car rapidly approaching in my mirror. He was sure to over-take me and get there quicker.
So what did I do? Bearing in mind my gaming world mind requires me to move over and shunt him into the wall?
I lit a smoke,turned the radio up and had yet another Ginster's sausage roll explode in a cloud of pastry once I bit into it.
I didn't try to race him, I didn't try to force him off the road and laugh, looking behind me with no awareness of what was approaching.
---
I don't know, maybe it's me but when I turn a game off I then forget all about it until such a time that I play it again.
I don't expect my world to morph into a game environment and I don't mistake visitors for aliens arriving to invade my science complex.
Because I don't have one.
Because it's just a game.