I have vivid memories of my father getting upset while watching a football game on TV. He would jump out of his seat, yell, curse, and on occasion throw pillows at the screen. As a child I didn’t understand why he got so upset. I think in some ways that’s why I veered away from being a spectator of sports some time ago. I didn’t want to get myself into situations where I would get that worked up over anything.
Fast forward too many years and here I sit in front of my computer playing Risen, a single player fantasy RPG. I’ve yet to throw anything at my monitor, but the swear words under my breath and the clinching of fists have become all too common occurrences while playing the game.
Combat is my undoing. It is at once exciting, challenging, and at times infuriating. There is no locking on a particular target, and as I would imagine melee combat in real life to be, you are constantly moving around. If you find yourself confronted by more than one enemy, you are often flanked and attacked from different directions simultaneously. During most fights I find myself moving around in my chair (as if that’s going to make a difference) which in turn has elicited some strange looks from my wife.
I try my best to stop my gaming sessions on a positive note, but there have been many situations I’ve found myself in where I’ve encountered an enemy I simply haven’t been able to beat–even after 5 or so reloads. So in these instances I have left the game frustrated and stomped out of our computer room in a huff. My wife has been picking up on these mood swings, by the way. And it was while explaining to her why I was so frustrated that I remembered my father.
I guess I should be thankful he wasn’t into video games back then. I’d probably be the one throwing things at the TV now.